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

Saint Patrick was a
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 hill of sir
But there's a hill higher still
Much than them both sir
On top of high hill
St Patrick preached a
Drove the frogs into the
And he vanished all the
There's not a of Eireann's Isle
Where vermin musters
he put his dear forefoot
And them in clusters
The frogs went hop and the went pop
Slapdash the water
The snakes committed
To themselves from slaughter
900,000 blue
He charmed with sweet
on them in Killaloe
On soups and second
worms crawling in the grass
Disgusted all the
Right down to hell a holy spell
He changed situation
Was I but so
To be in home in Munster
I'd be bound 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 Jeremy Lanigan battered away till he a shilling
His father died, made him a man again, left him a and ten acres of ground
He threw a grand party for and relations, hadn't forgot them when 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 spent in Dublin, six long months nothing at all,
Six months I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan's ball.
Six long I spent in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all,
Six long I spent in Dublin, learning to dance 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 and dancing away
Well the boys were merry and the girls all hearty dancing around in couples and groups
An accident happened; Terence McCarthy; He put his through Miss Finnerty's hoops

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

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

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