In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan
Battered away till he hadn´t a pound
And his father he 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
young
would
tipped
there
terence
swore
spent
satisfaction
round
right
ribbons
replied
relations
pound
really
potatoes
three
their
pipes
piper
nonsense
think
nearly
myself
months
through
minute
nonsensical
might
merry
mchugh
mccarthy
ladies
ceiling
strangled
punch
dance
courting
dancing
irish
lashing
glisten
weeks
cried
terrible
called
girls
kinds
cakes
casey
julia
acres
creature
accident
academy
around
bacon
brothers
nothing
being
learning
couples
hoops
introduction
kicked
brooks
listen
doing
dublin
entangled
whirly
nolans
fainted
grady
danced
father
squeezed
forget
friends
hearty
further
stepped
hullabaloo
again
gathered
grand
twist
happened
battered
ground
groups
party
invitations
banished
jeremy
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