{"id":1691,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/lanigans-ball"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"lanigans-ball","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/lanigans-ball\/","title":{"rendered":"LANIGAN&#8217;S BALL"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan<br \/>\nBattered away &#8217;til he hadn&#8217;t a pound<br \/>\nHis father he died and made him a man again<br \/>\nLeft him a farm and ten acres of ground<br \/>\nHe gave a grand party to friends and relations<br \/>\nWho didn&#8217;t forget him when it comes to the will<br \/>\nAnd if you&#8217;ll but listen I&#8217;ll make your eyes glisten<br \/>\nOf the rows and the ructions of Lanigan&#8217;s Ball<\/p>\n<p>Chorus:<br \/>\nSix long months I spent in Dublin<br \/>\nsix long months doing nothing at all<br \/>\nSix long months I spent in Dublin<br \/>\nlearning to dance for Lanigan&#8217;s Ball<\/p>\n<p>Myself to be sure got free invitation<br \/>\nFor all the nice girls and boys I might ask<br \/>\nAnd just in a minute both friends and relations<br \/>\nWere dancing &#8217;round merry as bees &#8217;round a cask<br \/>\nJudy O&#8217;Daly, that nice little milliner<br \/>\nShe tipped me a wink for to give her a call<br \/>\nAnd I soon arrived with Peggy McGilligan<br \/>\nJust in time for Lanigan&#8217;s Ball<\/p>\n<p>Chorus<\/p>\n<p>There were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies<br \/>\nPotatoes and cakes; there was bacon and tea<br \/>\nThere were the Nolans, Dolans, O&#8217;Gradys<br \/>\nCourting the girls and dancing away<br \/>\nSongs they went &#8217;round as plenty as water<br \/>\n&#8220;The harp that once sounded in Tara&#8217;s old hall,&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Sweet Nelly Gray&#8221; and &#8220;The Rat Catcher&#8217;s Daughter,&#8221;<br \/>\nAll singing together at Lanigan&#8217;s Ball<\/p>\n<p>Chorus<\/p>\n<p>They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas<br \/>\nAll &#8217;round the room in a whirligig<br \/>\nJulia and I, we banished their nonsense<br \/>\nAnd tipped them the twist of a reel and a jig<br \/>\n&#8216;Och mavrone, how the girls got all mad at me<br \/>\nDanced &#8217;til you&#8217;d think the ceiling would fall<br \/>\nFor I spent three weeks at Brooks&#8217; Academy<br \/>\nLearning new steps for Lanigan&#8217;s Ball<\/p>\n<p>She stepped out and I stepped in again<br \/>\nI stepped out and she stepped in again<br \/>\nShe stepped out and I stepped in again<br \/>\nLearning new steps for Lanigan&#8217;s Ball<\/p>\n<p>Boys were all merry and the girls they were hearty<br \/>\nAnd danced all around in couples and groups<br \/>\n&#8216;Til an accident happened, young Terrance McCarthy<br \/>\nPut his right leg through miss Finnerty&#8217;s hoops<br \/>\nPoor creature fainted and cried, &#8220;Meelia murther&#8221;<br \/>\nCalled for her brothers and gathered them all<br \/>\nCarmody swore that he&#8217;d go no further<br \/>\n&#8216;Til he had satisfaction at Lanigan&#8217;s Ball<\/p>\n<p>In the midst of the row miss Kerrigan fainted<br \/>\nHer cheeks at the same time as red as a rose<br \/>\nSome of the lads declared she was painted<br \/>\nShe took a small drop too much, I suppose<br \/>\nHer sweetheart, Ned Morgan, so powerful and able<br \/>\nWhen he saw his fair colleen stretched out by the wall<br \/>\nTore the left leg from under the table<br \/>\nAnd smashed all the Chaneys at Lanigan&#8217;s Ball<\/p>\n<p>Boys, oh boys, &#8217;twas then there were runctions<br \/>\nMyself got a lick from big Phelim McHugh<br \/>\nI soon replied to his introduction<br \/>\nAnd kicked up a terrible hullabaloo<br \/>\nOld Casey, the piper, was near being strangled<br \/>\nThey squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all<br \/>\nThe girls, in their ribbons, they got all entangled<br 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