{t:Kelligrew’s Soiree}
{st:Johnny Burke}
You may [C]talk of Clara [G]Nolan's Ball or [F]anything you [C]choose,
But it [F]couldn't hold a [C]snuffbox to the [G]spree in Kelligrew’s;
If you [C]want your eyeballs [G]straightened just come [F]out next week with [C]me,
You'll [F]have to wear your [C]glasses at the [G]Kelligrew’s Soir-[C]↓-ee.
[X]There was [C]birch rind, [G]tar twine, [F]cherry wine and [C]turpentine,
[F]Jowls and cava-[C]lances, [G]ginger beer and tea;
[C]Pig's feet, [G]cat's meat, [F]dumplings boiled up [C]in a sheet,
[F]Dandelion and [C]crackie's teeth at the [G]Kelligrew’s Soir-[C]ee [C]
Oh, I [C]borrowed Cluney's [G]beaver as I [F]squared my yards to [C]sail,
And a [F]swallow tail from [C]Hogan that was [G]foxy on the tail;
Billy [C]Cuddahie's old [G]working pants and [F]Patsy Nolan's [C]shoes,
And an [F]old white vest from [C]Fogarty to [G]sport at Kelli-[C]↓-grew’s.
There was [C]Dan Milley, [G]Joe Lilly, [F]Tantan and [C]Mrs. Tilley,
[F]Dancing like a [C]little filly, 'twould [G]raise your heart to see;
[C]Jim Brine, [G]Din Ryan, [F]Flipper Smith and [C]Caroline,
I [F]tell you, boys, we [C]had a time at the [G]Kelligrew’s Soir-[C]ee [C]
Oh, when [C]I arrived at [G]Betsy Snook's that [F]night at half past [C]eight,
The [F]place was blocked with [C]carriages stood [G]waiting at the gate;
With [C]Cluney's funnel up-[G]on my pate, the [F]first words Betsy [C]said,
"Here [F]comes the local [C]preacher with the [G]pulpit on his [C]↓head".
There was [C]Bill Mews, [G]Dan Hughes, [F]Wilson, Taft and [C]Teddy Roose,
While [F]Bryant, he sat [C]in the blues and [G]looking hard at me;
[C]Jim Fling, [G]Tom King, [F]Johnson, champion [C]of the ring,
And [F]all the boxers [C]I could bring to the [G]Kelligrew’s Soir-[C]ee [C]
"The [C]Saratoga [G]Lancers first," Miss [F]Betsy kindly [C]said,
I [F]danced with Nancy [C]Cronin and her [G]Granny on the Head;
And [C]Hogan danced with [G]Betsy, well you [F]should have seen his [C]shoes,
As he [F]lashed the muskets [C]from the rack that [G]night at Kelli-[C]↓-grew’s.
There was [C]boiled guineas, [G]cold guineas, [F]bullock's heads and [C]piccaninnies
[F]Everything to [C]catch the pennies you'd [G]break your sides to see;
[C]Boiled duff, [G]cold duff, [F]apple jam was [C]in a cuff,
I [F]tell you, boys, we [C]had enough at the [G]Kelligrew’s Soir-[C]ee. [C]
Crooked [C]Flavin struck the [G]fiddler and a [F]hand I then took [C]in,
You should [F]see George Cluney's [C]beaver and it [G]flattened to the rim;
And [C]Hogan's coat was [G]like a vest, the [F]tails were gone you [C]see,
Says [F]I, "The Devil [C]haul ye and your [G]Kelligrew’s Soir-[C]↓-ee!"
There was [C]birch rind, [G]tar twine, [F]cherry wine and [C]turpentine,
[F]Jowls and cava-[C]lances, [G]ginger beer and tea;
[C]Pig's feet, [G]cat's meat, [F]dumplings boiled up [C]in a sheet,
[F]Dandelion and [C]crackie's teeth at the [G]Kelligrew’s Soir-[C]↓-ee.
{t:Kelligrew’s Soiree}
