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

Saint Patrick was a
He came from people
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 a hill much higher still
Much higher than them sir
On top of this hill
St preached a sermon
Drove the into the bogs
And he vanished all the
There's not a of Eireann's Isle
Where vermin musters
he put his dear forefoot
And murdered in clusters
The frogs hop and the toads went pop
Slapdash into the
The snakes suicide
To save from slaughter
900,000 reptiles
He charmed with sweet
Dined on in Killaloe
On soups and second
Blind crawling in the grass
all the nation
Right down to hell with a holy
He changed situation
Was I but so
To be back in home in
I'd be bound from that ground
I never would once stir
There St Patrick planted
Cabbages and
Pigs galore, mo gr, mo
Altar and ladies

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

Six long months I in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all,
Six long months I spent in Dublin, to dance for Lannigan's ball.
Six long months I in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all,
Six long months I spent in Dublin, to dance 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 and dancing away
Well the boys were merry and the girls all hearty dancing around in their and groups
An accident happened; Terence McCarthy; He put his boot through Miss Finnerty's

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

St. Patrick was a
He came from people
He built a in Dublin town
And on it he put a
The Wicklow hills are high
And so is the hill of sir
But there's a hill much higher
higher than them both sir
On top of this hill
St preached a sermon
Drove the frogs the bogs
And he all the vermin
There's not a of Eireann's Isle
dirty vermin musters
There he put his dear
And them in clusters
The frogs went hop and the went pop
into the water
The snakes committed
To save themselves slaughter
900,000 blue
He with sweet discourses
Murdered in Killaloe
On soups and courses

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