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

Patrick was a Gentleman
He came from descent
He built a in Dublin town
And on it he put a
The Wicklow hills are high
And so is the of Howth sir
But there's a much higher still
Much than them both sir
On top of high hill
St Patrick preached a
the frogs into the bogs
And he all the vermin
There's not a mile of Eireann's
Where vermin musters
he put his dear forefoot
And them in clusters
The frogs hop and the toads went pop
into the water
The snakes committed
To themselves from slaughter
900,000 blue
He with sweet discourses
Dined on them in
On soups and second
Blind crawling in the grass
all the nation
Right down to hell with a spell
He their situation
Was I but so
To be back in in Munster
I'd be bound from that ground
I never more once stir
There St planted turf
and praties
Pigs galore, mo gr, mo
boys and ladies

In the town of Athy, one Jeremy Lanigan battered away till he a shilling
His died, made 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 when it came to the will
If you'll but listen make your eyes glisten at rousing, rusing at Lannigan's Ball

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

There was lashings of drink wine for the ladies, pipes, tabaccy, 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 dancing around in their couples and
An accident happened; Terence McCarthy; He put his boot through Finnerty's hoops

You've heard of St. Guinness of France, he had a pulpit to brag on
You've heard of St. and his lance, he killed the old heathenous dragon
The saints of the and Scots they're a couple of pitiful pipers
They might as go to pot when compared to the patron of vipers!

St. Patrick was a
He from descent people
He built a church in Dublin
And on it he put a
The hills are very high
And so is the hill of sir
But there's a much higher still
Much than them both sir
On top of high hill
St Patrick a sermon
Drove the frogs the bogs
And he vanished all the
There's not a mile of Eireann's
Where dirty vermin
There he put his dear
And them in clusters
The frogs went hop and the went pop
into the water
The snakes committed
To themselves from slaughter
900,000 blue
He with sweet discourses
Murdered in Killaloe
On soups and second

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 gettin' strangled, pipes, bellows, regulator, and all
His Pipe and his pipes they all got and that put an end to Lannigan's ball