Phil The Fluter's Ball

Have you heard of Phil the Fluter from the town of Ballymuck?

The times were going hard for him, in fact the man was broke

So he sent an invitation to his neighbours one and all

As to how he'd like their company that evening at a ball

And when writing out, he was careful to suggest to them

That if they found a hat of his convenience to the door

The more they put in whenever he requested them

The better would the music be for battering the floor

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle-oh

Hopping in the middle like a herrin' on the griddle-oh

Up, down, hands around and cross into the wall

Oh hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluter's ball?

There was Mr. Denis Doherty who kept the running dog

There was little crooked Paddy from the terrible Lockett Bog

There were boys from every barony and girls from every heart

And the beautiful Miss Brady's in a private ass and cart

Along with them came bouncing Mrs. Cafferty

Little Mickey Mulligan was also to the fore

Rose, Suzanne and Margaret Rafferty

The flower of Ard-nagullian and the pride of Feitrimore

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle-oh

Hopping in the middle like a herrin' on the griddle-oh

Up, down, hands around and cross into the wall

Oh hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluter's ball?

First little Mickey Mulligan got up to show them how

And then the widow Cafferty steps up to take her bow

"I'll dance you off your feet," says she, "as sure as you were born

If you'll only make the piper play "The Hare was in the Corn"

So Phil plays up to the best of his ability

The ladies and the gentlemen begin to do their share

"Faith then Mick, 'tis you that has agility

Begorra Mrs. Cafferty, you're limping like a hare!"

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle-oh

Hopping in the middle like a herrin' on the griddle-oh

Up, down, hands around and cross into the wall

Oh hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluter's ball?

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle-oh

Hopping in the middle like a herrin' on the griddle-oh

Up, down, hands around and cross into the wall

Oh hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluter's ball?

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle-oh

Hopping in the middle like a herrin' on the griddle-oh

Up, down, hands around and cross into the wall

Sure hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluter's ball?