Published by chas magnus no12 frankfort street N.Y
In the town of Asthoy lived one Johnny Lannegan,
He battered away till he handn’t a pound;
His father he died, and made him a man again:
He left him a farm and an acre of ground.
He gave a large party to all his relations,
Who didn’t forget him when sent to the wall
If you but listen, I’ll make your eyes glisten
At the rowes and ructions as Lannegan’s ball.
Myself, to be sure, got free invitations
For all the nice girls and boys that I’d ask:
In less then a minute, his friends and relations
Were dancing as merry as bees round a cask;
Katty O’Hara, the nate little milliner,
Tipt me the wink to give her a call;
Next we arrived at Timothy Gillegan’s,
Just in time for Lannegan’s ball.
There was lashions of whiskey and wine for the ladies,
Praties and cake, bacon and tea;
The Nolans, Dolans and the O’Gradys
Were kissing the girls and dancing away:
For songs, they were as planty as water, sure,
From the “harp that once through Tara’s old hall,”
“Sweet Nelly Gray” and the “Ratcatcher’s daughter”
Were dancing in couples at Lannegan’s ball.
When we got in they were dancing the Polka,
All around the room, in a neat whirligig:
But Judy and I soon banished their nonsense,
For, we lept them a step of a neat Irish jig;
Och, Mavourneen! wasn’t she fond ot me!—
We danced till you’d think the old ceiling would fall,
Sure, we spent a whole week at Brooks’ academy,
Learning a step for Lannegan’s ball.
The boys they got gay, and the girls they got friskey,
All dancing together in couples and groups,
Till an accident happened young Brian O’Shaughnersy
He stuck his right foot through Miss Hagerty’s hoops;
The creature she fainted, and roared mealy-murther!
She called for her friends, till she gathered them all;
Tim Donnelly swore he wouldn’t go further,
But he’d have satisfaction at Lannegan’s ball.
In the midst of the row, Miss Gavenagh fainted,
Her cheeks all the time as red as a rose;
The ladies declared her cheeks they were painted,
But she’d taken a small drop, too much, I suppose;
Big Ned Courtenay, so heavy and able,
When he saw his dear Colleen stretched down by the wall,
He pulled the best leg from under the table,
And broke all the china at Lannegan’a ball.
Oh! bloody wars! and there was the ructions—
Myself got a clout from Phelim McCue:
I soon replied to his kind invitations,
I kicked up the devil’s own phillimaloo.
Ould Casy, the piper, he nearly got strangled:
We bundled him up, pipes, chaunter and all,
The ladies in ribbands they all got entangled,
And that put an end to Lannegan’s ball.
500 Illustrated Ballads, lithographed and printed by CHARLES MAGNUS, No. 12 Frankfort Street, New York.Branch Office No. 520 7th St., Washington,D.C.