Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phil The Fluter's Ball, artist - Celtic Thunder.
Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Song language: English
Phil The Fluter's Ball |
Have you heard of Phil the Fluter |
From the town of Ballymuck |
The times was going hard for him |
In fact the man was broke |
So he sent an invitation |
To his neighbours one and all |
As how he’d like their company |
That evening at a ball |
And when writing out |
He was careful to suggest to them |
That if they found a hat of his |
Convenient to the door |
The more they put in |
Whenever he requested them |
The better would the music be |
For battering the floor |
With a toot on the flute |
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh |
Hopping in the middle |
Like a herring on the griddle-oh |
Up, down, hands around |
And crossing to the wall |
Well hadn’t we the gaiety |
At Phil the Fluter’s ball |
There was Mister Denis Doherty |
Who kept a running dog |
There was little crooked Paddy |
From the Tiraloughett bog |
There was boys from every barony |
And girls from every art |
And the beautiful Miss Bradys' |
In their private a and cart |
And along with them |
Came bouncing Mrs Cafferty |
Little Mickey Mulligan |
Was also to the fore |
Rose, Suzanne |
And Margaret O’Rafferty |
The flower of Ard Na Gullion |
And the pride of Petravore |
With a toot on the flute |
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh |
Hopping in the middle |
Like a herring on the griddle-oh |
Up, down, hands around |
And crossing to the wall |
Well hadn’t we the gaiety |
At Phil the Fluter’s ball |
First little Mickey Mulligan |
Got up to show them how |
And then the widow Cafferty |
Steps out and takes her bow |
I’ll dance you off your legs says she |
As sure as you were born |
If you’ll only make the piper play |
The Hare was in the Corn |
So Phil plays up |
To the best of his ability |
The ladies and the gentlemen |
Begin to do their share |
Faith, then Mick |
It’s you that has agility |
Begorra Mrs. Cafferty |
You’re leppin' like a hare |
With a toot on the flute |
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh |
Hopping in the middle |
Like a herring on the griddle-oh |
Up, down, hands around |
And crossing to the wall |
Well hadn’t we the gaiety |
At Phil the Fluter’s ball |
With a toot on the flute |
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh |
Hopping in the middle |
Like a herring on the griddle-oh |
Up, down, hands around |
And crossing to the wall |
Well hadn’t we the gaiety |
At Phil the Fluter’s ball |
With a toot on the flute |
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh |
Hopping in the middle |
Like a herring on the griddle-oh |
Up, down, hands around |
And crossing to the wall |
Sure hadn’t we the gaiety |
At Phil the Fluter’s ball |