Mick’s Glockenspiel ??

He played his instrument with zest
That musical thing was thumped with zeal
His finger’s were bonging ten to the dozen as he banged that glockenspiel
Haha his tunes were mighty fast
Irish dancers jigged about the floor
When he put his glockenspiel down at last
The young Irish lasses feet were sore

But Mick Balarney couldn’t stop a-pounding
That bloke was like a ticking clock
Just the same as the hands of time
Everyone thought he was in shock

Coz the rhythm kept gaining tempo
Oh my goodness it was quick
Then the audience shouted they’d had enough
Everyone of them was sick

So that was the last they saw of Mick
Noone ever heard of him again
Some said that was the last time he played his glockenspiel
Playing that fast