You may talk of Clara Nolan's ball, Or anything you chooseBut it couldn't hold a snuff-box To the spree in Kelligrews.If you want your eyeballs straightened, Just come out next week with meAnd you'd have to wear your goggles At the Kelligrew Soiree.
Cho: -- Birch rhine, tar twine, sherry wine, and turpentine; Jowls and calavances, ginger beer and tea, Pigs' feet, cats' teeth, dumplings boiled in a sheet; Dandelion and crackies' meat at the Kelligrews Soiree.
Oh, I borrowed Cluney's beaver, As I squared my yards to sail,And a swallow tail from Hogan That was foxy round the tail.Bill Cuddihy's old working pants, And Martin Casey's shoes,And an old white vest from Fogarty To sport in Kelligrews.
Cho: -- Cold guineas, boiled guineas, bullocks hearts and picininnies, Everything to catch the pennies raise your hearts to see, Boiled owl, cold owl, Plymouth rock and Jersey fowl; Apple dumplings in a towel at the Kelligrews Soiree.
Oh, when I arrived at Betsy Snooks, That night at half past eight;The place was black with carriages, Stood waiting at the gate.With Cluney's funnel on my pate, The first words Betsy said,Here comes a local preacher And the pulpit on his head.
Cho: -- Boiled ."brewse,." cold ."brewse,." rabbit's tails and rubber shoes, Mr. Binks read out the news! they all cried out to me, Boiled chicken, cold chicken, lassey balls we kept a lickin Pullets tails our teeth were pickin' at the Kelligrews Soiree.
The saratoga lancers first, Miss Betsy kindly said;I danced with Mrs. Tilley And her grannie on the head.And Hogan danced with Betsy, Oh, you should have seen her shoes,As he lashed old flintlocks fro the rack That night in Kelligrews.
Cho: -- Boiled duff, cold duff, apple jam was in a cuff, And a little drop of stuff to raise our hearts you see; Cold teas, sliced cheese, muskrat ears and bumble bees. Everything the eye could please at the Kelligrews Soiree.
Crooked Flavin struck the fiddler, And a hand I then took in;You should see George Cluney's beaver And it flattened to the rim.And Hogan's coat was like a vest, The tails were gone you see;Oh! said I, the devil haul ye And your Kelligrews Soiree.
