Mulligan off as the lady that gave the ball;
And we whirled around till we shook the ground, with never a stop at
all;
And I kicked the heels from my boots--please God--at the famous
Mulligan ball.
Mulligan jumped till he hit the roof, and the head of him went clean
through it!
The shingles fell on the floor pell-mell! Says Mulligan: "Faith, I
knew it!"
But we kept right on when the roof was gone, with never a break at
all;
We danced away till the break o' day at the famous Mulligan ball.
But the best of things must pass away like the flowers that fade and
fall,
And it's fifty years, as the records say, since we danced at
Mulligan's ball;
And the new Four Hundred never dance like the Mulligans danced--at
all,
And I'm longing still, though my hair is gray, for a ball like
Mulligan's ball!
And I drift in dreams to the old-time town, and I hear the fiddle
sing;
And Mulligan sashays up and down till the rafters rock and ring!
Suppose, if I had a woman's eye, maybe a tear would fall
For the old-time fellows who took the prize at the famous Mulligan
ball!
THE GENIAL IDIOT DISCUSSES THE MUSIC CURE
BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS
"Good morning, Doctor," said the Idiot as Capsule, M.
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