Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lanigan's Ball, artist - Fiddler's Green. Album song Folk's Not Dead, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 05.08.2010
Record label: Deaf Shepherd
Song language: English
Lanigan's Ball |
In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan |
Battered away till he hadn´t a pound |
And his father 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 did not forget him when come to the wall |
If you´d only listen, I´ll make your eyes glisten |
At the rows and ructions of Lanigan´s ball |
Myself to be sure to got free invitations |
For all the nice girls and boys I might ask |
In less than a minute both friends and relations |
Were dancing as merry as bees round a cask |
Lashing of punch and wine for the ladies |
Potatoes, cakes, there was bacon and tea |
There were the Nolans, Dolans, O´Grady´s |
Courting the girls and dancing away |
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 |
They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas |
Round the room in a whirly gig |
But Julia and I soon banished their nonsense |
And tipped them a twist of a real Irish jig |
Oh how the girl she really got mad and me |
Danced that you´d think that the ceiling would fall |
For I spent three weeks at Brooks Academy |
Learning to dance for Lanigan´s ball |
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 |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
Learning to dance for Lanigan´s ball |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
Learning to dance for Lanigan´s ball |
The boys were as merry, the girls all hearty |
Dancing around in couples and groups |
Till an accident happened, young Terence McCarthy |
He put his right leg through Miss Finerty´s hoops |
The creature she fainted and cried «Meelia Murther» |
And called for her brothers and gathered them all |
Carmody swore that he´d go no further |
Till he’d satisfaction at Lanigan´s ball |
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 |
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 |
Boys, oh boys, ´tis there was ructions |
Myself got a kick from big Phelim McHugh |
And I soon replied to his kind introduction |
And kicked him a terrible hullabaloo |
Casey the piper was nearly being strangled |
They squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all |
And the girls in their ribbons they all got entangled |
And that put an end to Lanigan´s ball |
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 |
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 |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
Learning to dance for Lanigan´s ball |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
And I stepped out — and I stepped in again |
Learning to dance for Lanigan´s ball |