| The town of Athy, one Jeremy Lannigan
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| Battered away 'til he hadn’t a shilling
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| His father he died and made him a man again
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| Left him a farm and ten acres of ground
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| He gave a grand party to friends and relations
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| Who would not forget him when come to the will
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| If you’d only listen, I’d make your eyes glisten
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| The rows and ructions at Lannigan’s ball
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| Myself, to be sure, got invitations
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| For all the nice boys and girls that I’d ask
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| In less than a minute the friends and relations
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| Were dancing as merry as bees 'round a cask
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| Were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies
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| Potatoes, cakes, there was bacon and tea
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| Well, there were the Nolans, the Dolans, O’Gradys
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| Courting the girls and dancing away
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| They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas
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| 'Round the room in a whirly gig
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| When Julie and I soon banished their nonsense
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| And tipped them a twist of a real Irish jig
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| That girl, she really got mad and me
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| Danced 'til you’d think all the ceilings would fall
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| For I spent three weeks at Brooks Academy
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| Learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball
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| Six long months I spent in Dublin
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| Six long months doing nothing at all
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| Six long months I spent in Dublin
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| Learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball
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| And I stepped out, and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out, and I stepped in again
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| Well, I stepped out, and I stepped in again
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| Learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball
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| The boys, all merry, the girls, all hearty
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| Dancing around in couples and groups
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| An accident happened, young Terence McCarthy
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| He put his right leg through Miss Flaherty’s hoops
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| The creature, she fainted and cried «Meelia Murther»
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| And called for her brothers and gathered them all
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| When Carmody swore that he’d go no further
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| 'Til he’d satisfaction at Lannigan’s ball
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| Six long months I spent in Dublin
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| Six long months doing nothing at all
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| Six long months I spent in Dublin
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| Learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball
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| And I stepped out, and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out, and I stepped out again
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| I stepped out, and I stepped in again
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| Learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball
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| Boys, oh boys, 'tis there was ructions
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| Myself got a kick from young Phelim McHugh
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| And I soon replied to his kind introduction
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| And kicked up a terrible hullabaloo
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| Casey the piper was near to being strangled
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| They squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all
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| And the girls, in their ribbons, they all got entangled
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| And that put an end to Lannigan’s ball
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| Six long months I spent in Dublin
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| Six long months doing nothing at all
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| Six long months I spent in Dublin
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| Learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball
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| And I stepped out, and I stepped in again
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| And I stepped out, and I stepped in again
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| I stepped out, and I stepped in again
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| We’re learning to dance for Lannigan’s ball |