Farragut's Ball

H.DE MARSAN. DEALER IN SONGS. TOY BOOKS &c. NO-54 CHATHAM. N.Y.

Farragut’s Ball.

On the blockade was one Admiral Farragut,
Who was noted for being a very brave man:
Who never was known to be scarified, ne’er a bit,
And his vessels in all kinds of ructions he ran.
He gave a large party, one day, to his squadron;
Officers and men, he invited them all;
And if you’ll pay attention, I’ll just try to mention
The row and the ructions at Farragut’s ball.

’Twas myself had a free invitation,
For me and my shipmates, every one;
And quickly it proved me a nice occupation,
Sponging a hole in a big nine inch gun,
I handled the sponge and the rammer so gracefully,
All the company loudly did bawl:
Be gripes! you’re a jewel, you do it so tastefully,
You’re just in time for Farragut’s ball!

When we got there, they were dancing a polka:
Farragut’s Polka, says I, by my soul!
The funiest polka that ever a mortal danced:
Nothing but whistle, crack, bang, whiz and howl..
The boys were all merry, the girls were all frisky,
But the devil a girl was there at all:
Not even as much as a noggin of whisky..
To blazes, says I, with Farragut’s ball!

There was torpedoes served round to all of the company,
And a new kind of dish that they called: Ricochet;
There was hot shot, and rifle shot, shrapnell and canister,
Till, at length, we were, all of us, inside the bay:
When the rebel ram Tennessee raised her merry murther,
Commenced training her guns, and shooting at all:
When our Monitors swore that they’d stand it no longer,
But they’d have satisfaction at Farragut’s ball.

Oh! murther me! boys; but then there was ructions!
The Tennessee right for our Admiral hide;
But he quickly replied to her nate introduction,
And poured a whole broad-side, slam bang, in her side.
The Richmond, Brooklyn, Lackawana, and two or three,
Knocked off her plating, smoke-stack, and all;
Shure, we Spent five days, at Pensacola Academy,
Learning some steps for Farragut’s ball.

At length, she was battered and bruised up so perfectly,
That a stopper we put on to all of her praks;
And Buchanan, who’d, got his leg broken below the knee,
Surrendered his ship and his crew to the Yanks!
The ladies, in Mobile, they all raised a doleful cry,
And loudly for vengeance every one of them bawled!
For. they lost the price of their dresses and finery.
when their darling was taken at Farragut’s ball.

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