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

Saint was a Gentleman
He from descent people
He built a church in Dublin
And on it he put a
The Wicklow hills are high
And so is the of Howth sir
But there's a hill much still
Much than them 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 of Eireann's Isle
Where dirty vermin
There he put his forefoot
And murdered in clusters
The frogs went hop and the went pop
into the water
The snakes committed
To save from slaughter
900,000 blue
He charmed with sweet
Dined on them in
On and second courses
worms crawling in the grass
Disgusted all the
Right to hell with a holy spell
He changed their
Was I but so
To be in home in Munster
I'd be bound that from ground
I more would once stir
There St planted turf
Cabbages and
Pigs galore, mo gr, mo
Altar boys and

In the town of Athy, one Jeremy Lanigan battered away till he hadn't a
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 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 I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for 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 for Lannigan's ball.

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

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 and Scots they're a couple of pitiful pipers
They might as well go to pot when compared to the of vipers!

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

Boys oh boys 'tis then 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 they all got entangled and that put an end to Lannigan's ball