From The Library of Congress American Memory Collection -

THE OLD COUNTRY PARTY.
Words, Harry M. Palmer. Air: Irishman's Shanty

Say, did ye iver go till an ould country party,
Where the boys are so gay and the girls dress so smartly,
While around the turf fire the ould folks take their aise,
And a drap of the crater whiniver they please.

CHORUS: Arrah! me jewel! oh! Ireland's the country for me.

The first one I wint to, before I left home,
Was give be me Uncle that lived at Athlone.
He sint word for me to be there without fail,
So I wint in the stagecoach that carried the mail. CHORUS

Whin I opened the door, what a sight met my eyes!
Hot bacon and praties, wid herrin and pies,
While up on the closet by way of a lunch,
Was a five-gallon bowl full of hot whisky punch. CHORUS

There was Dolan the blacksmith, the cooper McFail,
Wid schoolmaster Casey, and Father O'Neal,
O'Brian the butcher, wid a great many more,
And the McEvoy Brothers, who came from Bondore. CHORUS

Thin Biddy McGurn and the brothers O'Neal,
Stood up in the floor for a three-handed reel.
While perched on the table blind piper McGill,
Played a tune called "The Little House under the Hill." CHORUS

"The Connaught Man's Rambles" the pipes thin did play,
While ould folks and young kept dancing away;
But the music stopped short, for the bottle was dry,
And under the table the piper did lie. CHORUS

Thin Biddy McClosky sung "Kitty Astore,"
And Pat MacEvoy giv us "Rory O'More;"
Wid the "Tail of Me Coat" by my first cousin Tim,
And "The Life and Adventures of Bryan O'Linn." CHORUS

But now I'm away from the folks at Athlone,
As well as me father and mother at home;
Be the Powers, the tears rushes into me eyes,
Whin I think of the whisky, the girls, and the pies. CHORUS