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

Patrick was a Gentleman
He came descent people
He built a church in town
And on it he put a
The hills are very high
And so is the of Howth sir
But there's a much higher still
Much higher than them sir
On top of this 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 musters
There he put his dear
And murdered in clusters
The frogs went hop and the toads pop
Slapdash into the
The snakes committed
To save themselves from
900,000 reptiles
He charmed with sweet
on them in Killaloe
On soups and second
Blind worms crawling in the
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 that from that ground
I never more would once
There St Patrick turf
and praties
Pigs galore, mo gr, mo
Altar boys and

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 came to the
If you'll but listen I'll make your glisten at rousing, rusing at Lannigan's Ball

Six long I spent 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 long months doing at all,
Six months I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan's ball.

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

You've heard of St. Guinness of France, he never had a pulpit to on
You've heard of St. George and his lance, he killed the old dragon
The saints of the Welshmen and 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 from descent
He built a church in Dublin
And on it he put a
The Wicklow are very high
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
the frogs into the bogs
And he vanished all the
There's not a mile of Eireann's
Where dirty vermin
There he put his dear
And murdered them in
The frogs went hop and the toads pop
Slapdash into the
The snakes committed
To save themselves from
900,000 reptiles
He charmed with sweet
them in Killaloe
On soups and 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 was near gettin' strangled, pipes, bellows, regulator, changer and all
His Pipe and his pipes they all got entangled and that put an end to Lannigan's