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The Irish Jubilee 
The Irish Jubilee 
A short time ago an Irishman named Docherty Was elected to the Senate by a very large majority 
Sure he felt so elected that he went to Denis Cassidy Who owned a bar room of a very large capacity 
Arra, says Docherty go over to the brewer and order A hundred kegs of lager beer and give it to the poor! 
Then go over to the butchers shop and order up a ton of meat Be sure the boys and girls have got all they want to drink and eat 
They made me their senator, to show them all me gratitude They'll have the finest supper ever given in the latitude 
Tell them the music will be furnished by O'Rafferty Assisted on the bagpipes by Felix Mick M'Cafferty 
Sure whatever the expenses are, remember I'll put up the tin And anyone who doesn't come, be sure and do not let them in 
Now Cassidy at once sent out the invitations And anyone who came was a credit to the nation 
Some came on bicycles because they had no fares to pay And all those that did not come, made up their minds to stay away 
Two by three they all rushed in the dining hall Young men and old men and girls that were not men at all 
Blind men and deaf men and men who had the chickenpox Single men and double men and men who had their glasses on 
Well in a few minutes nearly every chair was taken Till the taprooms and mushrooms were packed to suffocation 
When everyone was seated and we started to lay out the feast Cassidy says rise up and give us each a cake apiece 
He then said as manager he would try and fill the chair We then sat down and all looked over the bill of fare 
Well there was pigs heads, goldfish, mocking birds and ostriches Ice cream, cold cream, Vaseline and sandwiches 
Blue fish, green fish, fishhooks and partridges Fishballs, snowballs, cannonballs and cartridges 
We ate oatmeal till we could hardly stirabout Ketch-up and hurry-up, sweet-kraut and sauer-kraut 
Dressed beef and naked beef and beef with all its trousers on Soda crackers, fire crackers, Cheshire cheese with breeches on 
Beefsteaks and mistakes were down upon the bill of fare Roast ribs and spare ribs and ribs that we couldn't spare 
Reindeer, snowdeer and dear me and antelope The women ate so much melon ,the men said they cantaloupe 
Red herrings, smoked herrings, herrings from old Erin's Isle Bangor loaf and fruit cake and sausages a half a mile 
Hot corn, cold corn, and corn cake and honey-comb Red birds and red books, sea bass and sea foam 
Fried liver, baked liver, Carter's little liver pills And everyone was wondering who was going to pay the bill 
Well we ate everything that was on the bill of fare And then we looked on the back to see if any more was there 
Well for dessert we had ice picks, tooth picks and a piece of skipping rope And we washed them all down with a big piece of shaving soap 
The bad played hornpipes, gaspipes and Irish reels And we danced to the music of "The wind that shakes the Barley fields" 
Then the piper played ould tunes and spittoons so very fine Then in came fiddler Pat and gave to him a glass of wine 
Arra a finer set of dancers you never set your eyes upon And anyone who couldn't dance was dancing with their slippers on 
Some danced jig steps door steps and highland flings And Murphy took his penknife out and tried to cut the "Pigeon's wings" 
When the dance was over Cassidy told us all to join hands and sing this good old chorus: 
Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot, who ever you may be Lets think of the good ould times we had at the Irish Jubilee!
 from Robin Morton's "Folksongs sung in Ulster" MR
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