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MR,  MOLONEY’S   ACCOUNT  OF  THE  BALL.
                                   O    W IL L  yc  choose to  hear the  news,
                                          Bedad  I  car j not pass  it  o'er:

                                       I ’ll  tell  y o u   all about  the  Ball
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                                     To  the  Naypaulase  Ambassador,
                                  B egor!  this  foie all  balls  docs  bate
                                     At which  I’ve worn  ;-i pump,  and  I
                                  Must  here  relate  the  splendthor  great
                                     Of  th’  Oriental  Company,

                                  These  men  of  sinse  dispoised expinse,
                                     To  fete these black  Achilloses.
                                  " We’ll  show  the  blacks/’  says  they,  N Alntack’s,
                                     And  take the  rooms  at  Willis’s/1
                                  With flags  and  shawls,  for these Nepauls,
                                     They  hung the rooms;  of  Willis  up,
                                  And  dccked  the walls,  and stairs,  and  halls,
                                     With  1-QHes  and  with  lilies  up.


                                  Arid Jul lien's band  it  tuck  its stand,
                                     So  sweetlv in  the  middle there,
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                                  And  noft bassoons  played  heavenly  chunes
                                     And violins  did  fiddle  there.
                                  And  when  the Coort was  tired  of  spoort,
                                     I ’d  lave you,  boys,  to  think  there was
                                  A  rate  buffet  before  them  set,
                                     Where  lash his of  good  dhrink there  was.


                                  A t  ten  before  the ball-room  door,
                                     His  moighty  Excellency was,
                                  He sin oiled  and bowed  to  all the  crowd,
                                     So  gorgeous  and  immense he  was,
                                  His  dusky  shuite,  sublime  and  mute,
                                     Into  the  door-way followed  him ;
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