BILLY JOHNSON'S BALL.
Billy Johnson had been married
Just a twelve months and a day.
When he sent his friends some letters,
In which he went to say:
As how about just two months since
A baby had been sent,
So he'd give a ball to celebrate
The glorious event.
Lar dar de dar and doodle, doodle, diddle,
They played upon the fiddle, and went up and down the middle;
Such jolly boys and pretty girls, enough to please you all,
A regular brilliant sort of spree was Billy Johnson's ball.
There were the Jones-es-es, and the Brown-as-as,
And the Smith-es-es a score;
The Spriggins-es, the Scoggins-es,
And half a dozen more.
In Billy's room there wasn't room
To dance a decent jig.
So he went and took a big one
At "The Tinder-Box and Pig"
Spoken-An efficient band was provided, consisting of a fiddle,
a tin whistle and a Jew's harp, and they played-Chorus.
They introduced the baby,
And we kissed it twice all 'round;
Mrs. Johnson was quite overcome,
Fell fainting to the ground.
But they brought her to with water,
And a drop of something in;
And when she felt herself again,
The dancing did begin.-Chorus.
In and out and round about,
Such a ball was never seen;
And every now and then
We'd a drop to drink between.
Billy Johnson he got dancing
With all the girls he'd find;
Mrs. Johnson she grew jealous,
And declared he was unkind.
Spoken-I make it a rule never to interfere in family quarrels,
so I chose a lovely creature in red And yellow, and we glided into
I drank love to the Jones-es,
I drank love to the Browns;
I tried to keep on dancing, but
'Twas somehow ops and downs.
To tell you how it ended,
I really am not able;
For I found myself next morning
Lying underneath the table.
Spoken-I felt rather confused, 'till a friend reminded rue that
I had been doing the-Chorus.