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Transcribed from the sheet music images at The Library of Congress American Memory Collection:

LANIGAN'S BALL
Words, Tony Pastor. Music, Neil Bryant. 1863.

In the town of Athol lived one Jimmy Lanigan.
He bathered away till he hadn't a pound.
His father he died and made him a man again,
Left him a farm of ten acres of ground.
He gave a large party to all his relations
That stood beside him when he went to the wall;
So if you but listen, I'll make your eyes glisten
With the rows and the ruptions at Lanigan's ball.

CHORUS: Whack! Fal, lal, fal, lal, tal, ladedy;
Whack! Fal, lal, fal, lal, tal, ladedy.

'Twas meself had free invitations
For all the boys and girls I might ask.
In less than five minutes, I'd frinds and relations,
Singing as merry as flies round a cask.
Kitty O'Harra, a nate little milliner,
Tipt me the wink, and asked me to call.
Whin I arrived with Timothy Galligan,
Just in time for Lanigan's ball. CHORUS

Whin we got there, they were dancing the Polka,
All round the room in a quare whirligig;
But Kitty and I put a sthop to this nonsinse.
We tipt thim a taste of a nate Irish jig.
Oh! Mavrone, wasn't she proud of me?
We bathered the flure till the ceiling did fall;
For I spent three weeks at Brooks' Academy,
Larning a step for Lanigan's ball. CHORUS

The boys were all merry. The girls were frisky,
Drinking together in couples and groups,
Whin an accidint happened to Paddy O'Rafferty:
He stuck his right fut through Miss Flanigan's hoops.
The craythur she fainted, and roared "Millia murther!"
Called for her frinds and gathered thim all.
Tim Dermody swore that he'd go no further,
But have satisfaction at Lanigan's ball. CHORUS

Och! Arrah, boys, but thin was the ruptions.
Meself got a wollop from Phelim McCoo.
Soon I replied to his nate introduction,
And we kicked up the divil's own phililaloo.
Casey, the piper, he was nearly strangled.
They squeezed up his bags, chaunters, and all.
The girls in their ribbons all got entangled,
And that put a stop to Lanigan's ball. CHORUS

In the midst of the row, Miss Kavanah fainted.
Her face all the while was as red as a rose.
The ladies declared her cheeks they were painted,
But she'd taken a drop too much, I suppose.
Paddy Macaty, so hearty and able,
When he saw his dear colleen stretched out in the hall,
He pulled the best leg out from under the table,
And broke all the chaney at Lanigan's ball. CHORUS