Mrs Mclaughlin's Party - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MRS. MCLAUGHLIN'S PARTY. Tune- "The Fair of Clogheen." 
Ould Ireland is the place for a frolic, The boys and the girls are frisky; They never can feel melancholic, They're the divils for tippling the whiskey For a row or a ruction, oh, murther! The boys they go in strong and hearty; Now I'll tell yez, before I go further, Of Mrs. McLaughlin's party. 
Chorus. Whoo! it's welt the flure, Peter O'Dougherty, Shake your leg. Biddy McCarty; Dance to year partners, ye divils At Mrs. McLaughlin's party. 
Moll Dolan, a buxom young craythur, Had lately been raising my dandher; I met her going down to MeGuffin's To borry the loan of a gandher. The gandher the geese had been courting, She sould it to Paddy McCarty, To buy her a pair of white slippers To go to McLaughlin's party.-Chorus. 
For a week or two I was preparing, Determined in style for to shank it; Put a pair of new tails to my coat With a piece I cut off the "blanket. I turned the corduroy breeches I borrowed from Phelim O'Flaherty, And I put a new patch on the sate, For to cut a big swell at the party.-Chorus. 
They hired a fiddler and piper, And stuck them on top of a barrel, With a jug full of whiskey between 'em, To keep them from having a quarrel. When the piper struck up "Garryowen," Faix! the tiddler another tune started; And they welted the soles off their brogues, Whoo! at Mrs. McLaughlin's patty.-Chorus. 
Tim Fagan got up for a reel, But he jigged it on every one's corns; To try for to stop him was worse Than to take a mad bull by the horns. He skinned Dinny Haggerty's shins, Tore the skirts off Wmay O'Doherty; And exposed the dear craythur's fat limbs To all the gay boys at the party.-Chorus. 
Now while they were dancing and jigging, Tom Cassidy burst in the dure, sir; Thin the ducks and the dhrakes, and the pigs, They came all flying in on the flure, sir. The ould sow it set up a grunting, The girls laughed merry and hearty; While the pig balancayed down the middle At Mrs. McLaughlin's party.-Chorus. 
Thin the partv was brought to an ending, The tiddler fell drunk from the table; They carried him home on a shutter, Tore off the dure of the stable. 
We'd an illigant fight on the way With a faction from Ballykillarty; And I'm be d----d if we hadn't to pay For the frolic we bad at the party.-Chorus.