Battered away till he hadn’t a pound,
His father he died and made him a man again,
Left him a house and ten acres of ground!
He gave a grand party to friends and relations
Who wouldn’t forget him if he went to the wall;
And if you’ll just listen, I’ll make your eyes glisten
With the rows and the ructions of Lanigan’s ball.
Myself, to be sure, got free invitations
For all the nice boys and girls I’d ask,
And in less than a minute the friends and relations