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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mr. Molony’s Account Of The Ball</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O will ye choose to hear the news,<br>Bedad I cannot pass it o'er:<br>I'll tell you all about the Ball<br>To the Naypaulase Ambassador.<br>Begor! this fete all balls does bate<br>At which I've worn a pump, and I<br>Must here relate the splendthor great<br>Of th' Oriental Company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These men of sinse dispoised expinse,<br>To fete these black Achilleses.<br>'We'll show the blacks,' says they, 'Almack's,<br>And take the rooms at Willis's.'<br>With flags and shawls, for these Nepauls,<br>They hung the rooms of Willis up,<br>And decked the walls, and stairs, and halls,<br>With roses and with lilies up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Jullien's band it tuck its stand,<br>So sweetly in the middle there,<br>And soft bassoons played heavenly chunes,<br>And violins did fiddle there.<br>And when the Coort was tired of spoort,<br>I'd lave you, boys, to think there was<br>A nate buffet before them set,<br>Where lashins of good dhrink there was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At ten before the ball-room door,<br>His moighty Excellincy was,<br>He smoiled and bowed to all the crowd,<br>So gorgeous and immense he was.<br>His dusky shuit, sublime and mute,<br>Into the door-way followed him;<br>And O the noise of the blackguard boys,<br>As they hurrood and hollowed him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The noble Chair* stud at the stair,<br>And bade the dthrums to thump; and he<br>Did thus evince, to that Black Prince,<br>The welcome of his Company.<br>O fair the girls, and rich the curls,<br>And bright the oys you saw there, was;<br>And fixed each oye, ye there could spoi,<br>On Gineral Jung Bahawther, was!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Gineral great then tuck his sate,<br>With all the other ginerals,<br>(Bedad his troat, his belt, his coat,<br>All bleezed with precious minerals <br>And as he there, with princely air,<br>Recloinin on his cushion was,<br>All round about his royal chair<br>The squeezin and the pushin was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Pat, such girls, such Jukes, and Earls,<br>Such fashion and nobilitee!<br>Just think of Tim, and fancy him<br>Amidst the hoigh gentilitee!<br>There was Lord De L'Huys, and the Portygeese<br>Ministher and his lady there,<br>And I reckonized, with much surprise,<br>Our messmate, Bob O'Grady, there;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was Baroness Brunow, that looked like Juno,<br>And Baroness Rehausen there,<br>And Countess Roullier, that looked peculiar<br>Well, in her robes of gauze in there.<br>There was Lord Crowhurst (I knew him first,<br>When only Mr. Pips he was),<br>And Mick O'Toole, the great big fool,<br>That after supper tipsy was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was Lord Fingall, and his ladies all,<br>And Lords Killeen and Dufferin,<br>And Paddy Fife, with his fat wife:<br>I wondther how he could stuff her in.<br>There was Lord Belfast, that by me past,<br>And seemed to ask how should I go there?<br>And the Widow Macrae, and Lord A Hay,<br>And the Marchioness of Sligo there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, Jukes, and Earls, and diamonds, and pearls,<br>And pretty girls, was sporting there;<br>And some beside (the rogues!) I spied,<br>Behind the windies, coorting there.<br>O there's one I know, bedad would show<br>As beautiful as any there,<br>And I'd like to hear the pipers blow,<br>And shake a fut with Fanny there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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Bedad I cannot pass it o'er:
I'll tell you all about the Ball
To the Naypaulase Ambassador.
Begor! this fete all balls does bate
At which I've worn a pump, and I
Must here relate the splendthor great
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