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Mother McLaughlin's Party (MacEdward Leach)

Now, old Ireland 'tis the place for a frolic,
The boys and the girls they are frisky;
They never can feel melancholy,
They're devils for tippling the whisky.

Norma, that buxom young creature,
That lately been raising my dander,
I met her going down to McGuffin's
To borrow the loan of a gander.

The goose and the gander were courting,
She sold them to Paddy McCarthy,
To buy her a pair of white slippers,
To go to McLaughlin's party.

Sure it's well the floor, Peter O'Laherty,
Shake your leg, Billy McCarthy;
Dance to your partners, ye devils,
At Mother McLaughlin's party.

For a week or two I was preparing,
Determined inside for to shank it;
Put a pair of new tails on my coat,
With a piece I got off of the blanket.

Sure I turned the corduroy breeches
I borrowed from Phelan O'Flaherty,
And put a new patch on the seat
To cut a big swell at the party.

Sure it's well the floor, Peter O'Laherty,
Shake your leg, Billy McCarthy;
Dance to your partners, ye devils,
At Mother McLaughlin's party.

Now, they hired a fiddler and piper,
And stuck them on top of a barrel,
With a full jug of whisky between them,
To keep them from having a quarrel.

When the piper struck up,
The fiddler another tune started;
They melted the soles off their brogues,
Oh, at Mother McLaughlin's party.

Sure it's well the floor, Peter O'Laherty,
Shake your leg, Billy McCarthy;
Dance to your partners, ye devils,
At Mother McLaughlin's party.

Tim Fagan got out for a reel,
Tread on everyone's corns;
To try for to stop him was worse
Than to catch a mad bull by the horns.

He skinned Ginny Hagerty's shins,
Tore the skirts off of Winnie O'Dougherty;
Exposed the dear creature's fat limbs,
Oh, to all the gay boys at the party.

Sure it's well the floor, Peter O'Laherty,
Shake your leg, Billy McCarthy;
Dance to your partners, ye devils,
At Mother McLaughlin's party.

Now, while they were dancing and singing Tom,
They bust in the door, sir;
The ducks and the drakes and the pigs,
Oh, they all come flying in on the floor, sir.

The old sows set up such a grunting,
The girls they laughed merry and hearty;
And the big hog came down the middle,
At Mother McLaughlin's party.

Sure it's well the floor, Peter O'Laherty,
Shake your leg, Billy McCarthy;
Dance to your partners, ye devils,
At Mother McLaughlin's party.

Now, the party was brought to an ending,
The fiddler fell drunk from the table;
They carried him home on a shutter door,
Out by the door of the stable.

With an elegant fight underway,
With a fraction from Phelan O'Flaherty;
And I'll be damned if they didn't have to pay,
For the frolic we had at the party.

####.... Author unknown. Variant of Mrs McLaughlin's Party printed in Irish Com-All-Ye's; a repository of ancient Irish songs and ballads - comprising patriotic, descriptive, historical and humorous gems, characteristic of the Irish race compiled by Manus O'Conor and printed in 1901 ....####

Sung in 1950 by Sean (John) (Jack) Houlihan [1892-1955] of Flatrock, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).


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