Sweet Codilly Mulligan,
Wife of the noble Dan,
To invite her friends in harmony
She formed a curious plan;
She shyly approached her husband,
So solid, stiff and staid.
And says, my dear, with ten years wed.
And we must have a masquerade.
Up and down the parlor and all around the room.
Mulligan in the centre, waltzing with a broom;
to was all the latest dances, to music sweetly played,
here and there and everywhere, in the Mulligan's masquerade.
Invitations Mulligan sent
To all his friends next day,
Lochmire took charge of them.
But he lost them while at play-
Two frisky darkies found them.
They were nigs of the upper grade;
They formed a plan to crush poor Dan
And attend to the masquerade.- Chorus.
Of royal dukes and princes,
Cordelia was the queen,
The crazy Czar of Russia,
And fairies dressed in green.
Was tripping the light fantastic,
To music sweetly played,
When we heard a shout from friends without.
Saying, there's coons at the masquerade.-Chorus.
Every gent must now unmask.
Mulligan cried aloud;
The women now stood silent.
There was a stir in the colored crowd;
A noise is heard in the hallway,
Friends to Mulligan's aid,
Let your razors fly, was the darkies cry
At Mulligan's masquerade.-Chorus.