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作曲 : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
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No doubt you've all heard of the hop of Tim Lannigan |
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'Twas nothing to what I will tell you about. |
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At a spree I once had in great Washington City, |
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To see which I got all my new clothes out of spout. |
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One evening a ticket I got for the White House. |
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All dressed in my best on old Abe I did call. |
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Be jabbers, the fun it will ne'er be forgotten |
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The night I did dance at the president's ball. |
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A servant, he stood at the door for to take me to |
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Where Abraham and his lady did stand. |
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So nervous I felt that a trifle would shake me |
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Til the lady herself took me gently in hand. |
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But when they struck up with a hundred wee fiddles, |
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And Billy O'Seward the dances did call, |
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There was me and old Chase and his wife and his daughters |
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Danced Father Jack Walsh at the president's ball. |
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There was Henry Beecher and Barnum's "What-is-it" |
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And the mayor of Squedunck with an Albany gal, |
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With ten thousand sutlers and army contractors |
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And brigadier generals no figures could tell. |
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There was Fernandy Wood and a host of place seekers |
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But soon a loud shout did ascend through the hall. |
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'Twas the people applauding brave Grant and McClellan, |
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The pride and the joy of the president's ball. |
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A soldier, he came and he tried for to enter |
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With medals for battles all over his breast. |
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But being a private nobody durst venture |
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To let him come in there of shoddy the best. |
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The British ambassador were just about to leave, |
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And he managed to steal Mrs. Cunningham's shawl. |
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And Miles O'Reiley, the prince of all poets, |
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He pinched all the spoons at the president's ball. |
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When daylight broke, they stopped all the dancing, |
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And then there commenced such a hullabaloo. |
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For senator Sumner, he drank to Jeff Davis |
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And Stanton, he swore he would quick put them through. |
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Then at it they went like Tom King and Heenin |
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The police rushed in as the ladies did squall. |
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They carried Abe Lincoln home drunk on a stretcher |
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And that put an end to the president's ball. |
