| In the town of Milton
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| One Brian Flannigan battered away till his money was spent
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| Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again
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| Bought a three decker with two floors for rent
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| He threw a big party for friends and relations
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| At a grand old place called Florian Hall
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| And if you’ll just listen I’ll make your eyes glisten
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| To the rows and the ructions of Flannigan’s ball
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| Six long months I spent in Quincy
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| Six long months doing nothing at all
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| Six long months I spent in Quincy
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| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball
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| Free beer on tap and wine for the ladies
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| Ziti and sauce for Mark Porzio
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| There were Faheys and Bradys
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| Mcauliffes and Dalys courtin the girls and dancing away
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| Brian Tully sang out in his finest form
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| The patron’s responded and I lead em all
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| I’d spent 6 months at Forbes Academy
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| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball
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| Six long months I spent in Quincy
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| Six long months doing nothing at all
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| Six long months I spent in Quincy
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| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball
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| The boys were hammered the girls were hearty
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| Dancing around in couples and groups
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| An accident happened, young Dennis Flemming
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| Put his right leg through Miss Finneran’s hoops
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| This gal she fainted and cried bloody murder
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| Called for her sons and gathered them all
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| Christopher swore he’d go no further
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| Till he had revenge at Flannigan’s ball
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| Six long months I spent in Quincy
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| Six long months doing nothing at all
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| Six long months I spent in Quincy
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| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball
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| In the midst of the melee Miss Collins fainted
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| Her cheeks by now were as red as a rose
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| Some of the boys declared she was plastered
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| Had a small drop too much, I suppose
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| Young Scotty Jenkins so big and able
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| Saw his fair Colleen stretched by the wall
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| Tore the left leg from under the table
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| And smashed all the dishes at Flannigan’s ball
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| Boy oh boy now this was a rumble
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| Myself took a lick from mean Ricky Green
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| But I soon replied to that fine introduction
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| And gave him a terrible kick in the spleen
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| Talent the piper nearly got strangled
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| They squeezed on his bellows, chanters and all
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| The girls in the middle nearly got trampled
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| And that put an end to Flannigan’s ball
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| Six long months I spent in Quincy
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| Six long months doing nothing at all
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| Six long months I spent in Quincy
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| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out and I stepped in again
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| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |