Something along these lines?

There was old Micky Coote, who played upon his flute, when the ladies lined up for a set,
He tootled with skill, for each sparkling quadrill, till the dancers were flutered and bet,
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk, and he rolled the dames under and over,
They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance, that he sailed on the Irish Rover.