E GLENDALOUGH BALL. Air—Connemara Dan.

My name is Cash the piper I am seen at race and fair I'm known to all the jolly souls from Wicklow to Kildare, I've played at dance and wedding from Bray to Clonegal, But the cream of entertainments was Mick the Dalty's Ball.

I received a special order to a tend at eight o'clock, I took the train to Rathdrum and wa ked to Glendalough, Where the boys of the neighbourhood assembled one and all Saying—you re welcome Cash the piper to Mick the Dalty's Ball.

I entered then and there beheld the table brimming o'er, With beef and bread and bacon and porter in galore, We a l sat down and filled ourselves like bullocks in a stall For eat and drink was all the go at Mick the Dalty's Ball

The feast being o'er the cloth removed I played a dashing reel While one young lady on the floor displayed a toe and heel, With Will the Dalty—Will the gom—for such I must him call, He slapp'd his flat feet on the floor at Dick the Dalty's Ball.

The family names were Jack and Will, with Andy and old Mick, The guests were Tom and Paddy with Martin, Hugh and Dick, There were Nancy, Ka e and Mary, and one they didn't call All danced before me on the floor at Mick the Dalty's Ball.

And when with flushed and heated brows the dancers all sat down, In tumblers, tins, and tea-cups, the punch went steaming round While rough and ready Hugh arose and sring the " Old Plaid shawl" Which brought a cheer with laughter loud at Mick the Dalty's Ball

But now a change came o'er the scene I'm sorry for to say, The boys without began to think that they should join the play, With old tin-cans and horns 'neath the moonlights mell w fall They shook the slates upon the roof at Mick the Dalty's Ball.

I've been a tin-plate worker too this twenty years or more, But ne'er heard music taken from an old tin-can before, I played my best but all in vain I couldn t be heard at all, It was old tin-cans that silenced me at Mick the Dalty's Ball.

And thus the night in merriment was spent till break of day, Once more around that festive board we all sat down to " tay " And as upon the silence rang the cock's loud morning call, We all shook hands and took our leave of Mick the Dalty's Ball.

And now my friends I'll make my bow and take my leave of you, While breath gives life and music, my profession I'll pursue, But should I live a thousand years my memory would recall That night we spent till daylight at Mick the Dalty's Ball.