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letra de the charladies ball - frank harte

[verse 1]
you may talk of your outings, your picnics and parties
your dinners and dances and hoolies and all
but wait till i tell you of the gas that we had
on the night that we went to the charladies’ ball
i went there as queen anne and i went with me man
he was dressed as a monkey locked up in a cage
there was pirets and pirots and hottentots and whatnots
and stars that you’d see on the music hall stage

[post-chorus]
we had wine, porter and lemonade. we had c-cktails and cocoa and all
ah we’d champagnes that night but we’d real pains next morning
the night that we danced at the charladies’ ball

[verse 2]
there was cowboys and indians that came from drumcondra
sweet francis street faries all diamonds and stars
there was one of the rooneys as the clock over mooney’s
and a telegram boy ‘as a message from mars
mary moore from the lots was the queen of the scots
with a crown out of woolworths perched up on her dome
there was young jemmy whitehouse came dressed as a lighthouse
and a camden street garbo that should have stayed home
[chorus]
at the charladies’ ball people said one and all
“you’re the belle of the ball, mrs. mulligan.”
we had one-steps and two-steps and the divil knows what new steps
we swore that we never would be dull again, bedad

[post-chorus]
we had wine, porter and jameson. we had c-cktails and cocoa and all
we had rumbos and tangos, half-sets and fandangos
the night that we danced at the charladies’ ball

[verse 3]
mary ellen o’rourke was the queen of the dawn
by one-thirty she looked like a real dirty night
micky farren, the bester, came dressed as a jester
he’d burst his balloon and dropped dead with the fright
kevin barr came as bovril, “stops that sinkin’ feelin'”
astride of a bottle, pyjamas and all
but he bumped into faust, who was gloriously soused
and the two of them were sunk at the end of the hall

[chorus]
at the charladies’ ball people said one and all
“you’re the belle of the ball, mrs. mulligan.”
we had one-steps and two-steps and the divil knows what new steps
we swore that we never would be dull again, bedad
[post-chorus]
we had wine, porter and jameson. we had c-cktails and cocoa and all
we’d a real stand-up fight but we fell down to supper
the night that we danced at the charladies’ ball

- frank harte

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