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The Irish Jubilee A short time ago an Irishman named Docherty Was elected to the Senate by a very large majority Sure he felt so elected that he went to Denis Cassidy Who owned a bar room of a very large capacity Arra, says Docherty go over to the brewer and order A hundred kegs of lager beer and give it to the poor! Then go over to the butchers shop and order up a ton of meat Be sure the boys and girls have got all they want to drink and eat They made me their senator, to show them all me gratitude They'll have the finest supper ever given in the latitude Tell them the music will be furnished by O'Rafferty Assisted on the bagpipes by Felix Mick M'Cafferty Sure whatever the expenses are, remember I'll put up the tin And anyone who doesn't come, be sure and do not let them in Now Cassidy at once sent out the invitations And anyone who came was a credit to the nation Some came on bicycles because they had no fares to pay And all those that did not come, made up their minds to stay away Two by three they all rushed in the dining hall Young men and old men and girls that were not men at all Blind men and deaf men and men who had the chickenpox Single men and double men and men who had their glasses on Well in a few minutes nearly every chair was taken Till the taprooms and mushrooms were packed to suffocation When everyone was seated and we started to lay out the feast Cassidy says rise up and give us each a cake apiece He then said as manager he would try and fill the chair We then sat down and all looked over the bill of fare Well there was pigs heads, goldfish, mocking birds and ostriches Ice cream, cold cream, Vaseline and sandwiches Blue fish, green fish, fishhooks and partridges Fishballs, snowballs, cannonballs and cartridges We ate oatmeal till we could hardly stirabout Ketch-up and hurry-up, sweet-kraut and sauer-kraut Dressed beef and naked beef and beef with all its trousers on Soda crackers, fire crackers, Cheshire cheese with breeches on Beefsteaks and mistakes were down upon the bill of fare Roast ribs and spare ribs and ribs that we couldn't spare Reindeer, snowdeer and dear me and antelope The women ate so much melon ,the men said they cantaloupe Red herrings, smoked herrings, herrings from old Erin's Isle Bangor loaf and fruit cake and sausages a half a mile Hot corn, cold corn, and corn cake and honey-comb Red birds and red books, sea bass and sea foam Fried liver, baked liver, Carter's little liver pills And everyone was wondering who was going to pay the bill Well we ate everything that was on the bill of fare And then we looked on the back to see if any more was there Well for dessert we had ice picks, tooth picks and a piece of skipping rope And we washed them all down with a big piece of shaving soap The bad played hornpipes, gaspipes and Irish reels And we danced to the music of "The wind that shakes the Barley fields" Then the piper played ould tunes and spittoons so very fine Then in came fiddler Pat and gave to him a glass of wine Arra a finer set of dancers you never set your eyes upon And anyone who couldn't dance was dancing with their slippers on Some danced jig steps door steps and highland flings And Murphy took his penknife out and tried to cut the "Pigeon's wings" When the dance was over Cassidy told us all to join hands and sing this good old chorus: Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot, who ever you may be Lets think of the good ould times we had at the Irish Jubilee! from Robin Morton's "Folksongs sung in Ulster" MR @Irish @drink @food filename[ IRSHJUB play.exe IRSHJUB MR APR99
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