Colm O Lochlainn gives a more complete version in Irish Street Ballads; rather than repeat all the material Wildlone has already posted, I'll just indicate where those verses fit in the longer set, except for verses 5 and 4, where the Dubliners depart from O Lochlainn's text in respect of names (important, as it appears that these were all real people!):

THE NIGHT OF THE RAGMAN'S BALL

(First three verses.)

Then we all sat down to some fish and chips, and every man was there,
And as a post of honour Billy Boland took the chair;
He swiped the chair and sold it to an old one in Carmen Hall,
And danced on the face of poor Kieran Grace the night of the Ragman's Ball.

Says my one, "You're a quare one, and Billy, you're hard to beat,"
When up jumps Liza Boland, and told her to hold her prate ;
But my one made a clout at her, she missed her and struck the wall,
And the two of them went in the ambulance the night of the Ragman's Ball.

Just to make the thing a swell affair, we all brought friends a few,
We brought up blind Gort Whelan and big Dan Kenny too;
And the gallant Jack Tar smoked his cigar, and slipped coming through the hall,
He lost a new bag and all his swag the night of the Ragman's Ball.

To keep the house alive, my boys, we brought some music, too,
We brought up Tommy Reynolds and his old tin whistle, too;
He played that night with all his might till coming on to dawn,
But we couldn't find many to dance with Dan Kenny that night at the Ragman's Ball.

Well, for eating we had plenty, as much as we could hold,
We drank Brady's Loop-Line porter till around the floor we rolled,
In the midst of the confusion someone shouted for a song,
When up jumped Dunlavin and sang, "Keep rolling your barrel along."

(Final verse.)

O Lochlainn adds:  "From ballad singer in Thomas Street, Dublin, 1913.  The Complete Petrie Collection, 755.  It was in Dublin City.  Denis Devereux told me that Arigho who printed the ballad, was persecuted for a long time after by the various "notabilities" mentioned in it -all of whom demanded largesse.  [Text from a] printed Ballad Sheet."

I'll work up a midi for the Mudcat Midi Pages.

Malcolm