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Lannigan's
(Traditional, arranged Neil Anderson/Kirk McLeod) (excerpt in chorus from Tremens' by C. Moore)

Patrick was a Gentleman
He came from descent
He a church in Dublin town
And on it he put a
The hills are very high
And so is the of Howth sir
But there's a hill higher still
Much higher than both sir
On top of high hill
St Patrick a sermon
Drove the into the bogs
And he vanished all the
There's not a mile of Eireann's
Where dirty musters
There he put his forefoot
And murdered them in
The went hop and the toads went pop
Slapdash the water
The snakes committed
To save themselves from
900,000 blue
He charmed with sweet
Dined on them in
On soups and courses
worms crawling in the grass
Disgusted all the
Right to hell with a holy spell
He their situation
Was I but so
To be back in home in
I'd be that from that ground
I never would once stir
St Patrick planted turf
Cabbages and
galore, mo gr, mo stir
Altar and ladies

In the of Athy, one Jeremy Lanigan battered away till he hadn't a shilling
His father died, made him a man again, left him a farm and ten of ground
He threw a grand party for friends and relations, hadn't forgot them it came to the will
If you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten at rousing, at Lannigan's Ball

Six months I spent in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all,
Six long months I in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan's ball.
Six long months I in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all,
Six long I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan's ball.

There was lashings of drink wine for the ladies, pipes, tabaccy, and tea
Nolans and Dolans and all the O'Gradys, courting the girls and away
Well the boys were merry and the girls all hearty dancing in their couples and groups
An accident Terence McCarthy; He put his boot through Miss Finnerty's hoops

heard of St. Guinness of France, he never had a pulpit to brag on
You've heard of St. George and his lance, he the old heathenous dragon
The saints of the Welshmen and Scots they're a of pitiful pipers
They might as go to pot when compared to the patron of vipers!

St. Patrick was a
He from descent people
He built a church in town
And on it he put a
The Wicklow hills are very
And so is the hill of sir
But there's a hill much still
Much higher them both sir
On top of high hill
St preached a sermon
Drove the into the bogs
And he all the vermin
There's not a mile of Isle
Where dirty musters
There he put his dear
And murdered them in
The frogs went hop and the went pop
Slapdash into the
The snakes suicide
To save from slaughter
900,000 blue
He with sweet discourses
Murdered them in
On soups and courses

oh boys 'tis then there was ructions, I got a belt from Phelim Mc Hugh
I replied to his introduction, kicked up a hullabaloo.
Moloney the was near gettin' strangled, pipes, bellows, regulator, changer and all
His Pipe and his pipes they all got entangled and put an end to Lannigan's ball