Seven Nations - Lannigan's Ball lyrics

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 k**aloe On soups and second courses Blind worms crawling in the gra** 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 k**ed 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 k**aloe 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