Lyrics Phil The Fluter's Ball - Celtic Thunder, Emmet Cahill

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