Lanigan’s Ball Fiddler's Green

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