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

Patrick was a Gentleman
He from descent people
He a church in Dublin town
And on it he put a
The Wicklow hills are very
And so is the hill of sir
But a hill much higher still
Much higher them both sir
On top of this hill
St Patrick preached a
Drove the into the bogs
And he all the vermin
There's not a mile of Eireann's
Where dirty vermin
There he put his forefoot
And them in clusters
The went hop and the toads went pop
into the water
The snakes committed
To save from slaughter
900,000 reptiles
He charmed with discourses
Dined on them in
On and second courses
Blind worms in the grass
Disgusted all the
down to hell with a holy spell
He their situation
Was I but so
To be back in in Munster
I'd be bound that from ground
I more would once stir
There St Patrick planted
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 died, made him a man again, left him a farm and ten acres of ground
He threw a party for friends and relations, hadn't forgot them when it came to the will
If you'll but I'll make your eyes glisten at rousing, rusing at Lannigan's Ball

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

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

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

St. was a gentleman
He came from descent
He built a in Dublin town
And on it he put a
The Wicklow are very high
And so is the hill of sir
But there's a much higher still
Much higher than them sir
On top of high hill
St Patrick preached a
Drove the into the bogs
And he all the vermin
not a mile of Eireann's Isle
Where vermin musters
There he put his dear
And them in clusters
The frogs went hop and the toads pop
Slapdash into the
The committed suicide
To save themselves slaughter
900,000 blue
He charmed with discourses
them in Killaloe
On soups and second

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