Seven Nations Lannigan's Ball Lyrics

Road Kill, Volume 2 Track Listing
  • 1 The High Level
  • 2 Scream
  • 3 God
  • 4 Ye Jacobites by Name / The Rights of Man
  • 5 Lannigan's Ball
  • 6 Bring Back the Sign! / The Un-Reel
  • 7 Blackleg Miner / Mairi Anne MacInnes
  • 8 Johnny Cope
  • 9 Trip to Jerusalem
  • 10 Campell's Farewell to Redcastle / Christo Wraps the Reichstag / The Kilt Is My Delight / The Little Cascade / Maggie's Pancakes
  • Lannigan's Ball
    (Traditional, arranged Neil Anderson/Kirk McLeod) (excerpt in chorus from 'Delirium Tremens' by C. Moore)

    Saint Patrick was a Gentleman
    He came from descent people
    He built a church in Dublin town
    And on it he put a steeple
    The Wicklow hills are very high
    And so is the hill of Howth sir
    But there's a hill much higher still
    Much higher than them both sir
    On top of this high hill
    St Patrick preached a sermon
    Drove the frogs into the bogs
    And he vanished all the vermin
    There's not a mile of Eireann's Isle
    Where dirty vermin musters
    There he put his dear forefoot
    And murdered them in clusters
    The frogs went hop and the toads went pop
    Slapdash into the water
    The snakes committed suicide
    To save themselves from slaughter
    900,000 reptiles blue
    He charmed with sweet discourses
    Dined on them in Killaloe
    On soups and second courses
    Blind worms crawling in the grass
    Disgusted all the nation
    Right down to hell with a holy spell
    He changed their situation
    Was I but so fortunate
    To be back in home in Munster
    I'd be bound that from that ground
    I never more would once stir
    There St Patrick planted turf
    Cabbages and praties
    Pigs galore, mo grá, mo stóir
    Altar boys and ladies

    In the town of Athy, one Jeremy Lanigan battered away till he hadn't a shilling
    His father died, made him a man again, left him a farm and ten acres of ground
    He threw a grand party for friends and relations, hadn't forgot them when it came to the will
    If you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten at rousing, rusing 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.
    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.

    There was lashings of drink wine for the ladies, pipes, tabaccy, brandy and tea
    Nolans and Dolans and all the O'Gradys, courting the girls and dancing away
    Well the boys were merry and the girls all hearty dancing around in their couples and groups
    An accident happened; Terence McCarthy; He put his boot through Miss Finnerty's hoops

    You've heard of St. Guinness of France, he never had a pulpit to brag on
    You've heard of St. George and his lance, he killed the old heathenous dragon
    The saints of the Welshmen and Scots they're a couple of pitiful pipers
    They might as well go to pot when compared to the patron of vipers!

    St. Patrick was a gentleman
    He came from descent people
    He built a church in Dublin town
    And on it he put a steeple
    The Wicklow hills are very high
    And so is the hill of Howth sir
    But there's a hill much higher still
    Much higher than them both sir
    On top of this high hill
    St Patrick preached a sermon
    Drove the frogs into the bogs
    And he vanished all the vermin
    There's not a mile of Eireann's Isle
    Where dirty vermin musters
    There he put his dear forefoot
    And murdered them in clusters
    The frogs went hop and the toads went pop
    Slapdash into the water
    The snakes committed suicide
    To save themselves from slaughter
    900,000 reptiles blue
    He charmed with sweet discourses
    Murdered them in Killaloe
    On soups and second courses

    Boys oh boys 'tis then there was ructions, I got a belt from Phelim Mc Hugh
    I replied to his introduction, kicked up a terrible hullabaloo.
    Moloney the piper was near gettin' strangled, pipes, bellows, regulator, changer and all
    His Pipe and his pipes they all got entangled and that put an end to Lannigan's ball

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