Lyr. Add: THE PARTY AT ODD FELLOWS HALL
Words J. Wendell, Music R. W. Atkinson, 1891

1
I met my friend Patrick McKenna,
One ev'ning on Washington Street,
He said to me "Hy, Timmy Dolan,
Here's a ticket will give you a treat."
I took up the card that he offered,
'Twas not very large, twas'n't small,
It said "Admit a gent and lady
To the party in Odd Fellows Hall."
2
I paid fifty cents for the ticket,
Then I called on Miss Bridget McCann,
She said she would go to the party,
'Cause I was such an elegant man.
So we went down and jumped in a herdie,
The driver says "Where shall I call?"
Says I, in a dignified manner,
"You can take us to Odd fellows Hall."
3
McKenna he was floor director,
He wore a green badge on his chest,
A pink necktie tucked in his shirt-front,
Begob, he was handsomely dressed.
And when he waltzed off wid Miss Bridget,
Sure, I wasn't in it at all,
But says I to meself, "Whist, Mc. Kenna,
There's more than one man in the Hall.

Chorus.
Waltzes, Polkas, Lancers, Galops, Glides,-
Portland Fancy, Quadrilles and Reels, and Slides,-
High-lows, Didos, how they danc'd 'em all,
I'll never forget the time, you can bet,
I went down to Odd Fellows Hall.

4
I waited until they had finished,
Then up to him boldly goes,
And says I to him: "Patsy McKenna,
Sy where did ye hire them clothes?"
"You're a liar!" says Pat in a second,
Says I "What's that word that ye call?"
And the next minute me and McKenna
Were cleaning up Odd Fellows Hall.
5
Next morning, before Justice Duffy,
McKenna and me were brought in,
"Ten dollars," says he, "or ten days, sir!"
And me and Pat hadn't the tin.
So we took a short sail down the harbor,
Begob, we were feeling quite small,
And we stayed for ten days on Deer Island,
For scrapping in Odd Fellows Hall.

Chorus.

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