Phil The Fluter's Ball - Celtic Thunder, Emmet Cahill

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 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

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

Well 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

Well 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

Well 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 herring on the griddle-oh

Up, down, hands around

And crossing to the wall

Well 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 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