He Got Kelly To Insult Me - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
HE GOT KELLY TO INSULT ME. Copyright, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co. Words and Music by B. H. Janssen. 
Some time ago O'Brien and I were at a fancy ball, We got into a little mess while up there at the hall. Some friends of mine were very loud about Mike Kelly's grit; It seems he had a little "scrap" and never once was hit; O'Brien said he knew a man that Kelly couldn't beat, The gamest man for size and weight that ever walked the street; He asked me would I face the man; I proudly answered yes; That happened quite some time ago, and still I'm in distress. 
Chorus. I'll never speak a word again to Michael James O'Brien; His face I never care again to see; I was laid up for a week, and so bad I could not speak; He's to blame, for he got Kelly to insult me. 
We all were down at Finnegan's when Kelly came along; O'Brien said I would oblige and sing for them a song; And while I sang of Ireland's woe in patriotic style, Be took Mike Kelly out of doors and stayed there quite a while; They both came in when I was through and Kelly wore a smile, "That was the worst I ever heard, Muldoon please use a file; Your voice is rusty, so are you "-he did not say much more; I made a feint, he dodged, then struck, and I fell on the floor.-Chorus. 
He's rather small, but very quick, and seems a trifle stout, But just the same, though I was game, he knocked me all about; Just twice he sent me through the door, and twice he pulled me back; And once I saw a million stars, I got an awful whack; At last O'Brien said enough and Kelly answered yes; Muldoon was quite a boxer, boys, in times gone by, I guess; They got a cart and took me home-I fainted dead away, And did not get my senses back until the other day.-Chorus.