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

Saint was a Gentleman
He came from descent
He built a in Dublin town
And on it he put a
The hills are very high
And so is the hill of sir
But there's a hill much still
Much than them both sir
On top of this high
St Patrick preached a
Drove the frogs the bogs
And he vanished all the
not a mile of Eireann's Isle
Where vermin musters
he put his dear forefoot
And murdered them in
The frogs went hop and the went pop
Slapdash into the
The snakes committed
To save from slaughter
900,000 reptiles
He charmed with discourses
Dined on in Killaloe
On and second courses
worms crawling in the grass
Disgusted all the
Right down to with a holy spell
He their situation
Was I but so
To be back in in Munster
I'd be bound from that ground
I never more would once
There St Patrick turf
Cabbages and
Pigs galore, mo gr, mo
boys and ladies

In the town of Athy, one Lanigan battered away till he hadn't a shilling
His father died, made him a man again, left him a and ten acres of ground
He threw a grand party for friends and relations, hadn't forgot them 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 in Dublin, six long months doing 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 dancing
Well the boys were merry and the girls all hearty around 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 killed the old heathenous
The saints of the Welshmen and Scots they're a couple of pitiful
They might as well go to pot compared to the patron of vipers!

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

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