Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lannigan's Ball, artist - Waxies Dargle.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Lannigan's Ball |
The town of Athy, one Jeremy Lannigan |
Battered away 'til he hadn’t a shilling |
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 would not forget him when come to the will |
If you’d only listen, I’d make your eyes glisten |
The rows and ructions at Lannigan’s ball |
Myself, to be sure, got invitations |
For all the nice boys and girls that I’d ask |
In less than a minute the friends and relations |
Were dancing as merry as bees 'round a cask |
Were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies |
Potatoes, cakes, there was bacon and tea |
Well, there were the Nolans, the Dolans, O’Gradys |
Courting the girls and dancing away |
They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas |
'Round the room in a whirly gig |
When Julie and I soon banished their nonsense |
And tipped them a twist of a real Irish jig |
That girl, she really got mad and me |
Danced 'til you’d think all the ceilings would fall |
For I spent three weeks at Brooks Academy |
Learning to dance for Lannigan’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 Lannigan’s ball |
And I stepped out, and I stepped in again |
I stepped out, and I stepped in again |
Well, I stepped out, and I stepped in again |
Learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball |
The boys, all merry, the girls, all hearty |
Dancing around in couples and groups |
An accident happened, young Terence McCarthy |
He put his right leg through Miss Flaherty’s hoops |
The creature, she fainted and cried «Meelia Murther» |
And called for her brothers and gathered them all |
When Carmody swore that he’d go no further |
'Til he’d satisfaction at Lannigan’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 Lannigan’s ball |
And I stepped out, and I stepped in again |
I stepped out, and I stepped out again |
I stepped out, and I stepped in again |
Learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball |
Boys, oh boys, 'tis there was ructions |
Myself got a kick from young Phelim McHugh |
And I soon replied to his kind introduction |
And kicked up a terrible hullabaloo |
Casey the piper was near to 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 Lannigan’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 Lannigan’s ball |
And I stepped out, and I stepped in again |
And I stepped out, and I stepped in again |
I stepped out, and I stepped in again |
We’re learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball |