That Good Old Irish Rag 1910

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 01 Aug 2006
2006

Maggie McDonegal from Kerry
down at an Irish ball felt merry,
there was music galore
furnished by a ragtime band, Oh Lordy!
You should have heard those coons, come seben!
Ragging those Irish tunes, come leben!
Ev'ry laddybuck there
thought the Irish ragtime grand, begorra!
Ragtime Maggie cut an Irish pigeon wing,
then she did the Galway glide and Sligo swing,
she was prancing good and proper,
Barney couldn't stop her,
then she did the Dublin boombashay and shouted:

Rag, rag, Irish rag,
yerra, my heart beats ragatag,
ev'ry time I hear an old ragtime "come all ye"
Kilkenny is for me.
And if ever I should glide
"Down by the Tanyard Slide" again,
then make your tootsies hurry,
or you'll make me worry, Wurra! Wurra!
Hurry along, acushla;
Faith and let ye lilt
or I'll jilt ye for Finnegan,
Hould yer whisht and thin
let ye rag agin and drag agin,
and if my feet should quit
I'll dance upon my hands a bit,
for I'm wild about
that good old Irish rag.

Rag, rag, Irish rag,
yerra, my heart beats ragatag,
ev'ry time I hear an old ragtime "come all ye"
Kilkenny is for me.
And if ever I should glide
"Down by the Tanyard Slide" again,
then make your tootsies hurry,
or you'll make me worry, Wurra! Wurra!
Hurry along, acushla;
Faith and let ye lilt
or I'll jilt ye for Finnegan,
Hould yer whisht and thin
let ye rag agin and drag agin,
and if my feet should quit
I'll dance upon my hands a bit,
for I'm wild about
that good old Irish rag.

Coons played an Irish reel so raggy,
Barney began to spiel with Maggie,
he kept close to the floor
gliding with his Colleen Bawn, allana,
Rag sounded simply grand to Barney:
Come back to Erin and Killarney,
then they treated the coons
to a drink of Cruiskeen Lawn, oh! slanthe!
When they drank it they struck up
old Home Sweet Home.
Singing "Paddy's Day" the coons began to roam,
and when they had all departed
Maggie felt downhearted,
then she made her Barney whistle ragtime
and shouted:

Rag, rag, Irish rag,
yerra, my heart beats ragatag,
ev'ry time I hear an old ragtime "come all ye"
Kilkenny is for me.
And if ever I should glide
"Down by the Tanyard Slide" again,
then make your tootsies hurry,
or you'll make me worry, Wurra! Wurra!
Hurry along, acushla;
Faith and let ye lilt
or I'll jilt ye for Finnegan,
Hould yer whisht and thin
let ye rag agin and drag agin,
and if my feet should quit
I'll dance upon my hands a bit,
for I'm wild about
that good old Irish rag.

Rag, rag, Irish rag,
yerra, my heart beats ragatag,
ev'ry time I hear an old ragtime "come all ye"
Kilkenny is for me.
And if ever I should glide
"Down by the Tanyard Slide" again,
then make your tootsies hurry,
or you'll make me worry, Wurra! Wurra!
Hurry along, acushla;
Faith and let ye lilt
or I'll jilt ye for Finnegan,
Hould yer whisht and thin
let ye rag agin and drag agin,
and if my feet should quit
I'll dance upon my hands a bit,
for I'm wild about
that good old Irish rag.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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That Good Old Irish Rag 1910
Music by Theodore Morse
Lyrics by Jack Mahoney
© 1910 by Theodore Morse Mus.Co.  N.Y.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 01 August 2006 at 11.26am
in association with Doug Grierson
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