Copyright, 1891, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Flora Moore.
Michael Casey gave a party at a tenement up the street.
And for singing and for dancing it couldn't well be beat.
There was Bryan O'Flynn and Widow McGlynn and Thomas Rafferty.
Sure we were well represented by the aristocracy.
Thomas Moore got on the floor and danced an Irish reel.
Bryan O'Flynn from Widow McGlynn a kiss did try to steal.
The whiske'y flowed so freely. I really felt quite ill.
When Piper Clate called from his chair, "All hands for a quadrille."
Allemande left, forward four. * all hands around.
There was fun, whiskey galore, that evening to be found;
Cp and down the middle, boys; * ladies, take your places;
We danced all night till broad daylight down at Michael Casey's.
Oh, we danced till day was dawning-the crowd did clear away,
And such swelled heads that morning you'd not find in a day;
Such laughing and such cheering and such shouting as were there,
When Misses Casey, just for fun. kissed old Piper Clare.
She threw her arms around his neck and gave him such a squeeze.
We nearly all died laughing, for it made the old man sneeze.
Good-bye, girls, good-bye, boys; and good-bye. one and all;
I haven't had such fun since then as I had at Casey's ball.-Chorus.