Текст песни Phil the Fluter's Ball - The Dubliners
Have
you
heard
of
Phil
the
fluter,
From
the
town
of
Ballymuck,
The
times
was
going
hard
for
him,
In
fact
the
man
was
broke,
So
he
sent
an
invitation,
To
his
neighbours
one
and
all,
As
how
he'd
like
their
cornpany,
That
evening
at
a
ball.
And
when
writing
out,
He
was
careful
to
suggest
to
them,
That
if
they
found
a
hat
of
his,
Convenient
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
herring
on
the
griddle-oh,
Up,
down,
hands
around,
And
crossing
to
the
wall,
Sure
hadn't
we
the
gaiety,
At
Phil
the
Fluter's
ball.
There
was
Mister
Denis
Doherty,
Who
kept
a
running
dog,
There
was
little
crooked
Paddy,
From
the
Tiraloughett
bog,
There
was
boys
from
every
barony,
And
girls
from
every
art,
And
the
beautiful
Miss
Bradys'
In
their
private
a
and
cart.
And
along
with
them,
Came
bouncing
Mrs
Cafferty,
Little
Mickey
Mulligan
Was
also
to
the
fore,
Rose,
Suzanne,
And
Margaret
O'Rafferty,
The
flower
of
Ard
Na
Gullion,
And
the
pride
of
Petravore.
With
a
toot
on
the
flute,
And
a
twiddle
on
the
fiddle-oh,
Hopping
in
the
middle,
Like
a
herring
on
the
griddle-oh,
Up,
down,
hands
around,
And
crossing
to
the
wall,
Sure
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
out
and
takes
her
bow,
I'll
dance
you
off
your
legs
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,
It's
you
that
has
agility,
Begorra
Mrs.
Cafferty,
You're
leppin'
like
a
hare.
With
a
toot
on
the
flute,
And
a
twiddle
on
the
fiddle-oh,
Hopping
in
the
middle,
Like
a
herring
on
the
griddle-oh,
Up,
down,
hands
around,
And
crossing
to
the
wall,
Sure
hadn't
we
the
gaiety,
At
Phil
the
Fluter's
ball.
Then
Phil
the
fluter
tipped
a
wink,
To
little
crooked
Pat,
I
think
it's
nearly
time
says
he,
For
passing
round
the
hat,
So
Paddy
passed
the
caipÃÂn
round,
And
looking
very
cute,
Said,
you
have
to
pay
the
piper,
When
he
tootles
on
the
flute.
Then
all
joined
in,
With
the
greatest
joviality,
Coverin'
the
buckle,
And
the
shuffle
and
the
cut,
Jigs
were
danced,
Of
the
very
finest
quality,
But
the
widow
bate
the
company,
At
handlin'
the
foot.
With
a
toot
on
the
flute,
And
a
twiddle
on
the
fiddle-oh,
Hopping
in
the
middle,
Like
a
herring
on
the
griddle-oh,
Up,
down,
hands
around,
And
crossing
to
the
wall,
Sure
hadn't
we
the
gaiety,
At
Phil
the
Fluter's
ball.
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