Were dancing as merry as bees round a cask.
Miss Kitty O’Hara, the nice little milliner,
Tipped me the wink for to give her a call,
And soon I arrived with Timothy Glenniher
Just in time for Lanigan’s ball.
There was lashins of punch and wine for the ladies,
Potatoes and cakes and bacon and tay,
The Nolans, the Dolans, and all the O’Gradys
Were courting the girls and dancing away.
Songs they sung as plenty as water,