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Hazel Whyte
| Lanigans Ball |
| Celtic Songs and Traditional Ballads |
| Modern and Traditional Folk Music |
| LANIGAN'S BALL In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan Battered away 'til he hadn't a pound His father he died and made him a man again Left him a farm and ten acres of ground He gave a grand party to friends and relations Who didn't forget him when it comes to the will And if you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten Of the rows and the ructions of Lanigan's Ball Chorus: Six long months I spent in Dublin six long months doing nothing at all Six long months I spent in Dublin learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball Myself to be sure got free invitation For all the nice girls and boys I might ask And just in a minute both friends and relations Were dancing 'round merry as bees 'round a cask Judy O'Daly, that nice little milliner She tipped me a wink for to give her a call And I soon arrived with Peggy McGilligan Just in time for Lanigan's Ball Chorus There were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies Potatoes and cakes; there was bacon and tea There were the Nolans, Dolans, O'Gradys Courting the girls and dancing away Songs they went 'round as plenty as water "The harp that once sounded in Tara's old hall," "Sweet Nelly Gray" and "The Rat Catcher's Daughter," All singing together at Lanigan's Ball Chorus They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas All 'round the room in a whirligig Julia and I, we banished their nonsense And tipped them the twist of a reel and a jig 'Och mavrone, how the girls got all mad at me Danced 'til you'd think the ceiling would fall For I spent three weeks at Brooks' Academy Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball She stepped out and I stepped in again I stepped out and she stepped in again She stepped out and I stepped in again Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball Boys were all merry and the girls they were hearty And danced all around in couples and groups 'Til an accident happened, young Terrance McCarthy Put his right leg through miss Finnerty's hoops Poor creature fainted and cried, "Meelia murther" Called for her brothers and gathered them all Carmody swore that he'd go no further 'Til he had satisfaction at Lanigan's Ball In the midst of the row miss Kerrigan fainted Her cheeks at the same time as red as a rose Some of the lads declared she was painted She took a small drop too much, I suppose Her sweetheart, Ned Morgan, so powerful and able When he saw his fair colleen stretched out by the wall Tore the left leg from under the table And smashed all the Chaneys at Lanigan's Ball Boys, oh boys, 'twas then there were runctions Myself got a lick from big Phelim McHugh I soon replied to his introduction And kicked up a terrible hullabaloo Old Casey, the piper, was near being strangled They squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all The girls, in their ribbons, they got all entangled And that put an end to Lanigan's Ball |
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