Settling all the problems of the world beyond a chance of doubt.
From inside there came the bustle of the cheerful wholesome hustle,
As dear old Mrs. Casey tried all records to surpass;
Oh, there’s many a memory blesses her sweet silver-braided tresses;
They were “lovely” down at Casey’s—always joking down at Casey’s—
Spending Sunday down at Casey’s after Mass.
So they called us in to dinner, five-and-twenty guests—and more—
At the longest kitchen-table ever stood upon a floor.
There was plenty down at Casey’s—ay, an open house was Casey’s,
Where the neighbour and his missus never, never passed the door;