Lyrics:
A row, a ruction, a fracas, an affray
A rough-n-tumble free-for-all
A broil, a brawl, a melee
A ruckus to be reckoned with
And now without delay
and who bled on her pause
Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friend follow the instructions
And we'll rave
We're raving towards Byzantium
There was a soldier
War material
Under the rain
Soulkilling, complain
And life to sustain
Pain - no pain
There will be ructions
More
glisten
At the rows and ructions of Lanigan´s ball
Myself to be sure got free invitations
For all the nice girls and boys I might ask
In less than a minute
My .45 above your head
I can feel your raising dread
Gotta nothing in my mind
Except the ruction 'till you bled
Gotta venom in my vein
Twist me like
glisten
At the rows and ructions of Lannigan's ball
Six long months I spent in Dublin
Six long months doing nothing at all
Six long months I spent in
best of all
Only what you like
Disaster, destruction
Following the ruction
The media and seduction
The sickly production
Feed my chaos
Burn this city
'Cause rising leads to ruction, and ruction leads to fighting
Fighting leads to jail time, sure that could be a lifetime
So, what do you want to know?
on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Then
And a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner
Around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Then
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
There the war did soon engage
Woman to woman and man to man
Shillelah law was all the rage
An a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol, de, dah
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
There the war did soon engage
Woman to woman and man to man
Shillelah law was all the rage
An a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol, de, dah
glisten
At the rows and ructions of Lanigan´s ball
Myself to be sure got free invitations
For all the nice girls and boys I might ask
In less than a minute
John Hobbs
But he caught a tartar, did Hobbs
He took her to market did Hobbs, John Hobbs
He took her to market John Hobbs
She made such a ruction
He
on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Then
to man
Shillelah-law was all the rage
An a row and a ruction soon began
Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bottle Of whiskey flew at him
It missed him
I'll make your eyes glisten
To the rows and the ructions of Flannigan's ball
Six long months I spent in quincy
Six long months doing nothing at all
and Man to Man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Mickey Maloney he raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
and a row and a ruction soon began
[Chorus]
Then Mickey Maloney he ducked his head
when a bottle
eyes glisten
Of the rows and the ructions of Lannigan's Ball.
Chorus:
Six long months I spent in Dublin,
Six long months doing nothing at all.
Six long
on the floor.
Civil war did then engage.
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage.
And a row and a ruction soon began.
Whack fol me
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