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Lannigan's
(Traditional, arranged Neil 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 Wicklow hills are high
And so is the of Howth sir
But there's a hill much still
Much higher them both sir
On top of high hill
St Patrick preached a
the frogs into the bogs
And he vanished all the
There's not a mile of Eireann's
dirty vermin musters
There he put his dear
And them in clusters
The frogs hop and the toads went pop
Slapdash the water
The snakes committed
To save themselves slaughter
900,000 blue
He charmed sweet discourses
on them in Killaloe
On and second courses
Blind worms crawling in the
Disgusted all the
Right down to hell with a holy
He their situation
Was I but so
To be back in in Munster
I'd be bound that from that
I more would once stir
There St Patrick turf
and praties
Pigs galore, mo gr, mo
Altar boys and

In the town of Athy, one Jeremy Lanigan 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 you'll but listen I'll make eyes glisten at rousing, rusing at 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 dance for ball.
Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long months nothing at all,
Six long months I in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan's ball.

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

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

St. Patrick was a
He from descent people
He a church in Dublin town
And on it he put a
The Wicklow hills are very
And so is the of Howth sir
But there's a much higher still
higher than them both sir
On top of this high
St Patrick a sermon
Drove the frogs into the
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
Slapdash the water
The committed suicide
To save themselves from
900,000 blue
He charmed with discourses
Murdered in Killaloe
On and second courses

Boys oh boys then there 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