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Lanigans Ball
In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan,
Battered away 'til he hadn't a pound.
His father died and made him a man again,
Left him a farm and ten acres of ground.
He gave a grand party for friends and relations,
Who didn't forget him when come to the wall,
And if you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten,
With rows and ructions of Lanigan's Ball.
They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas,
All 'round the room in a whirligig.
Julia and I, we banished their nonsense,
And tipped them the twist of a reel and a jig.
&'Och mavrone, how the girls got all mad at me,
Danced 'til you'd think the ceiling would fall.
For I spent three weeks at Brooks' Academy,
Learning new steps 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 new steps for Lanigan's Ball.
She stepped out and I stepped in again,
I stepped out and she stepped in again,
She stepped out and I stepped in again,
Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball.
Boys were all merry and the girls they were hearty,
And danced all around in couples and groups,
'Til an accident happened, young Terrance McCarthy,
Put his right leg through miss Finnerty's hoops.
Poor creature fainted and cried, "Meelia murther",
Called for her brothers and gathered them all.
Carmody swore that he'd go no further,
'Til he had satisfaction at Lanigan's Ball.
Boys, oh boys, 'twas then there were runctions.
Myself got a lick from big Phelim McHugh.
I soon replied to his introduction,
And kicked up a terrible hullabaloo.
Old Casey, the piper, was near being strangled.
They squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all.
The girls, in their ribbons, they got all entangled,
And that put an end to Lanigan's Ball.