Copyright, 1881, by Mrs. Pauline Lieder.
Words by Jerry Cohan. Music by Robert Recker.
Friends, here to-night ye have an invite
To a grand masquerade of a high-toned family;
Put on your queer clothes, masks and dominoes,
In gorgeous cheapness ye'll hop, dance wid glee;
We'll have kings and clowns in their garbs and crowns.
Lords, dukes and great ladies nice, there promenade,
All races of min since the world begin,
Will sash-a at the Finnegan's grand masquerade;
Ceaser, Boss Kelly and Brian Borough, I
Wid Sitting Bull skipping the gay tra-la-loo.
There'll be Sprague wid his gun, making Conkling run.
Then Garfield, Napoleon and Grant will parade;
The Parole horse will prance, Bernhardt will dance
Wid Howell at Finnegan's grand masquerade.
Russian and Turk will get in their work,
And East India belles dance wid African beans;
The bulls and the bears will assemble in pairs,
Brave knights and fair dames will shake their toes;
The Spaniard and Moore will welt the wax floor,
Britania's, Columbia's and Erin's fair maids,
With the queen of Japan and a big Injun man
Will chow-chow at Finnegan's grand masquerade; I
The Sultan and Czar will dance and talk war, I
And Grant smokes cigars wid the Emperor Bill!
John Bull and Parnell will cut a great swell,
The Pope and Prince Bismark in peace will parade,
While the heathen Chinese wid his pig-tail all grease.
Will be tired from the Finnegan's grand masquerade.