From “The Harp that once through Tara’s ould Hall,”
To “Sweet Nelly Gray” and “The Ratcatcher’s Daughter,”
All singing together at Lanigan’s ball.
They were starting all sorts of nonsensical dances,
Turning around in a nate whirligig;
But Julia and I soon scatthered their fancies,
And tipped them the twist of a rale Irish jig.
Och mavrone! ’twas then she got glad o’ me:
We danced till we thought the old ceilin’ would fall,
(For I spent a whole fortnight in Doolan’s Academy