HAVE A JOLLY TIME.
Copyright, 1898, by Consolidated Music Pub.
Words by Andrew B. Sterling. Music by Harry Von Tilzer.
O'Grady gave a racket down in old Hibernia Hall,
His friends assembled there from far and near;
The admission cost them nothing, 'twas an Invitation ball.
The only thing they had to buy was beer.
The fun was fast and furious, O'Grady was in line.
Admiring friends were crowded all about.
When Mike thought things were getting slow, he'd jump upon the stage,
And like an Indian he'd loudly shout:
Have a jolly time, dancing, prancing,
Till the day Is dawning, have a Jolly time.
Reeling, spieling, won't go home till morning,
Have a Jolly time, blow in every dime;
Don't you be a dunce, for you only live but once,
So have a jolly time.
The evening wore away, Mike drank with all the friends he knew,
Imbibed with some he never seen before,
And he toasted dear old Ireland, spoke a word for Cuba, too,
Shook hands with ev'ry lady on the floor.
But Mike was only human, soon there was a grand collapse.
The tide within his head was rising fast;
And as he sank down on the floor, he feebly raised his head.
And kept on yelling loudly to the last:-Cho.