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The Irish Jubilee
Cassidy at once sent out the invitations, And every one that came was a credit to the nation, Some came on bicycles because they had no fare to pay, And those who didn't come at all made up their minds to stay away, Two by three they march into the dining hall, Young men,and old men, and girls that were not men at all Blind men and deaf men, and men who had their teeth in pawn, Single men, and double men, and men who had their glasses on, Before many minutes nearly every chair was taken, 'Till the front rooms and mushrooms were packe to suffocation; When every one was soated, they started to lay out the feast, Cassidy said rise up and give each a cake of yeast, lie then said, as manager he would try to fill the chair, We then sat down and we looked at the bill of fare, There was pigshead and goldfish, mocking birds and ostriches, Icecream and coldcream, vasaline and sandwiches.
Bluefish, Greenfish, Fish hook and partridges,
Fishballs, Snowballs, Cannonballs and Cartridges,
Then we eat Oatmeal till we could hardly stir about,
Ketchup and Hurryup-, Sweetkrout and Sourkrout,
Dressed beef and naked beef, and beef with all its dresses on,
Soda crackers, fire crackers, limberg cheese with tresses on,
Beefsteakes and mistakes were down on the bill of fare,
Roastribs and spareribs and ribs that we couldnt spare,
Reindeer and Snowdeer, Dear me and Antelope,
And the women eat so mushmellon, the men said they cantalope,
Red Herrings, Smoked Herrings, Herrings from Old Erins Isle,
Bologna and fruitcake, and sausages a half a mile,
There was hot corn and corn, Corn salve and honey comb,
Reed birds, Read books, seabass and seafoam,
Fried liver, Baked liver, Carter's little liver pills,
And everyone was wondering who was going to pay the bills.
4 For dessert we had toothpicks, icepicks and skipping rope, And washed them down with a big piece of shaving soap, We eat everything that was down on the bill of fare, Then looked on the back of it to see if anymore was there, Then the band played, hornpipe, gaspipe, and Irish reels, And wo daneed to the musie,"the wind that shakes the barley fields" Then the piper played old tunes, and Bpittoons, so very fine, Then in came Pieper Heidseck, and handed him a glass of wine, They welted the floor till they could be heard for miles around, When Gallagher was in the air, his feet was never on the ground; A fine lot of dancers you never set your eyes upon, And those who couldn't dance at all, were dancing with their slippers on, Some danced Jig step, Door step, and Highland fling, And Murphy took his knife out and tried to cut a pigeon wing, When the dance was over Cassidy then told us, To join hands together and sing thi3 good old chorus.