The Irish Jubilee.

The Irish Jubilee.
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Oh, a short time ago, boys, an Irishman named Doherty.
Was elected to the Senate by a very large ma- jority
He felt so elated that he went to Dennis Cassius,
Who oswned a barroom of a very large capacity.
He said to Cassidy, “Go over to the prower
For a thousand kegs of inger beer and give it to the poor,
Then go over to to the butcher shop and order up a ton of meat,
Be atire and see the boys and girls have all they want to drink and eat.
Send out invitations in twenty different languages.
And don’t forget to tell them to bring their own sundwiches
They’ve made me thele Berator, and so to show if gratitude
They’ll have the finest supper ever given in this latitude.
Tell them the muate will be furnished by O’Raf-Terty,
Assisted on the bagpipes by Felix McCafferty;
Whatever the expenses ate remember I’ll put up the tin.
And any one who doesn’t come, be sure and do not let him in.

Blue fish, green fish, fish hooks, and partridge.
Elsh baile, snow balls, cannon bulls, and eart-ridges:
Then we eat coat meal till we could hardly stir about,
Catch up and hurry up, sweet kraut and sour kraut,
Dressed beef and naked beef, and beef with all its drezzes on,
Boda crackers, fire crackers, Imburger cheese with tressen wed:
Beefsteaks and mistakes were down on the bill of Tare
Roast ribs and spare ribs, and ribe that we couldn’t spare:
Hain deer and snow deer, dear me, and antelope:
And the women ent so mushmellon, the men sali they cantelope:
Red herrings, emoked herrings, herrin’s from old Erin’s isle.
Bologna and fruit cake, and sausages a half a mtle:
There was hot corn and cold corn and corn saive and honeycomb,
Reed birds, real birds, sea bass, and sea foam.
Fried liver, baked liver, Carter’iittle liver pil’s
And every one was wondering who was going to pay the bills.

For dessert we bad tooth picke, ice pleks, and skipping rope,
And washed them all down with a big piece of shaving soар;
We eat everything that was down on the bill of fare,
Then looked on the back of it to see if any more was there.
Then the band played horn pipes, gas pipes, and Irish reotes
And we danced to the music of “the wind that shakes the harley fields.
Then the piper played old tunes and spittoons so very fine
That in came Piper Heldseck and handed him a glass of wine:
They welted the floor till they could be heard for miles around:
When Gallagher was in the air, his feet were never or the grougl
A finer lot of dancers you never set your eyes upon.
And those who couldn’t dance at all dancing with their slippers on:
Some danced Jig step, door steps, and highland flings.
And Murphy took his knife out and fried to cut a pigeon wing:
When the dance was over Carsidy then told us
To join hands together and sing this good old
chorus:

(Tune. “Auld Lang Syne.”)
Should old sequaintance be forgot, wherever we fuay be,
Think of the good old times we had at the Irish Jubilee.