When Bridget Goes Out On A Mash - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
When Bridget Goes Out on a Mash. Copyright, 1886, by Chas. D. Blake & Co. 
Oh! Bridget's the darling of all the young dudes, And the reason is not hard to guess; She holds her head high when she's out on the street, And is stunning in matters of dress. If she gives you a glance, your heart gives a jump, You've got to bow down to her and her dash; It's no use resisting, she'll break you all up, When Bridget goes out on a mash. 
Chorus. Oh, what a shtyle! my, what a shmile! Shure, isn't she fit to be queen of your cash? Just give her a chance, and see what a dance, She'll lead yez, when Bridget goes out on a mash. 
The eyes in her head are like stars in the sky, And her mouth like a rose in full bloom; Her ears are like shells from the murmuring sea, And her hair is as sunny as noon. She's a real Irish girl, and don't you forget, She knows that her beauty is no common trash; And that is the reason she slaughters the boys, When Bridget goes out on the mash. -Chorus. 
Her face is her fortune, that's what they all say, And Bridget she knows it full well; And sure it's small blame when a girl has good looks, If she likes to be counted a belle. But I'll give yez this one little bit of advice, If she drops you a shmile, don't go and get rash; She's another man's wife, and he follows behind. When Bridget goes out on the mash.-Chorus.