So they left them perched upon the rail to swap their vapouring,
Took a seat inside at Casey’s, on the good chairs at the Caseys’;
While the Caseys’ new piano made the old house rock and ring.
There their mild eyes stared and glistened, as they sat around and listened
To the tuneful little ditties Laughing Mary used to sing;
There they rubbed their chins and reckoned that to no one was she second—
“Cripes, she’d sing the blooming head off any singer in her class!”
And the banter and the laughter when the chorus hit the rafter!
It was “great” to be at Casey’s—healthy, wholesome fun at Casey’s—
Spending Sunday down at Casey’s after Mass.