Alexandria Daily Gazette, Commercial & Political

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Master Rooney, of Ballinafad.
As sung in Dublin, in the Jew of Mogadore.

In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey,
We managed to keep care and sorrow aloof;
Our whirligig revels, made all the blue devils,
Creep out with the smoke, through the hole in the roof.

But well I remember; one foggy November,
My mother cried go make your fortune my lad;
Go bother the ninnies clean out of their guineas,
Away then I scamper'd from Ballinafad.

Then to seek for promotion, I walk'd the wide ocean,
Was shipwreck'd, and murder'd, and sold for a slave;
Over mountains and rivers was pelted to shivers,
And met on this land with a watery grave.

But now Mr. Jewman has made me a new man,
And whiskey and mammon make my heart glad;
To the sweet flowing Liffey, I'm off in a jiffy,
With a whack for old Ireland and Ballinafad.

From this cursed station wo that blessed nation,
Again Master Rooney shall visit your shore,
Where O flourish so gaily my sprig of shillalah,
Long life to old Nebad of great Mogadore

Oh! then all my cousins will run out by dozens,
And out too will hobble old mammy and dad:
At dinner they'll treat us with mealy potatoes,
And whiskey distill'd at sweet Ballinafad.