I'ts 3 am and I can't stop listening to them. I've fallen in love with Irish music and I come from Latvia (if anyone of you have ever heard of it :P). Irish music, accent and culture to me is like french to most people. =]
Kenneth McKellar 1960's, every word the same. Lovely to hear a new generation sing this song. I suspect it was originally written in jest of poor rural Irish, in the way it inflates a house ceili into a "ball" with written invitations. Both the opera-trained Scot McKellar, and these High Kings, see through that to give us the spirit of a ceili with all the individual eccentricity and celebration of music and dance. Thanks for sharing!
New drinking song - take a sip on fluters ball And I'm also here because of Star Trek the next generation outtakes LOL somebody left a comment saying this wa the song at the end of the gag reel 😜
Why does this song drive me mad? I started listenig to it while cleaning and begun to dance around the house but I just stumbled on the vacuum cleaner cable and near broke a leg by hitting on the flooor!!!!!
I would love to see this song get an animation of the ball, I think that Li'l Crooked Pat would look like Tet from No Game No Life, clothing wise that is (and no that doesn't mean colors).
Have you heard of Phil the Fluther, of the town of Ballymuck? The times were going hard with him, in fact the man was broke. So he just sent out a notice to his neighbours, one an all. As to how he'd like their company that evening at a ball. And when writin' out he was careful to suggest to them, That if they found a hat of his convanient to the door, The more they put in, whenever he requested them The better would the music be for battherin' the floor. With the toot of the flute, and the twiddle of the fiddle-O! Hopping in the middle, like a herrin' on the griddle-O! Up! down, hands around, crossing to the wall-O! Hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluther's Ball. There was Mister Denis Dogherty, who kep' the runnin' dog; There was little crooked Paddy, from the Tiraloughett bog; There was boys from every Barony, and girls from ev'ry "art" And the beautiful Miss Bradys, in her private ass an' cart, And along with them came bouncing Mrs. Cafferty, Little Micky Mulligan was also to the fore, Rose, Suzanne, and Margaret O'Rafferty, The flower of Ardmagullion, and the pride of Pethravore. With the toot of the flute, and the twiddle of the fiddle-O! Hopping in the middle, like a herrin' on the griddle-O! Up! down, hands around, crossing to the wall-O! Hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluther's Ball. First, little Micky Mulligan got up to show them how, And then the Widda' Cafferty steps out and makes her bow, I could dance you off your legs, sez she, as sure as you are born, If ye'll only make the piper play, "The hare was in the corn." So Phil plays up to the best of his ability, The lady and the gentleman begin to do their share; Faith, then Mick it's you that has agility, Begorra Mrs. Cafferty, yer leppin' like a hare! With the toot of the flute, and the twiddle of the fiddle-O! Hopping in the middle, like a herrin' on the griddle-O! Up! down, hands around, crossing to the wall-O! Hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluther's Ball. Then Phil the Fluther tipped a wink to little Crooked Pat, "I think it's nearly time," sez he, "for passin' round the hat." So Paddy pass'd the caubeen round, and looking mighty cute. Sez, "Ye've got to pay the piper when he toothers on the flute." Then all joined in wid the greatest joviality, Covering the buckle, and the shuffle, and the cut; Jigs were danced, of the very finest quality, But the Widda' bet the company at "handling the fut." With the toot of the flute, and the twiddle of the fiddle-O! Hopping in the middle, like a herrin' on the griddle-O! Up! down, hands around, crossing to the wall-O! Hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluther's Ball. With the toot of the flute, and the twiddle of the fiddle-O! Hopping in the middle, like a herrin' on the griddle-O! Up! down, hands around, crossing to the wall-O! Hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluther's Ball.
Have you heard of Phil the Fluther From the town of Ballymuck? Actually times was going hard with him In fact the man was broke So he just sent out a notice 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 Convenient to the floor The more they put in Whenever he requested them The better would the music be For battering the floor (Chorus) 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 Oh, hadn't we the gaiety At Phil the Fluther'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 ass 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 (Chorus) (Fiddle Solo) (Chorus) Little Mickey Mulligan Got up to show them how And then the widow Cafferty Steps out and makes a bow "I could 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 lady and the gentleman Begin to do their share Faith, then Mick It's you that has agility Begorra Mrs. Cafferty You're leppin' like a hare (Chorus) Phil the Fluther tipped a wink To little Crooked Pat I think it's nearly time to see For passing round the hat So Paddy passed the caubeen 'round And looking mighty cute Says: "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 (Chorus X2) Oh, hadn't we the gaiety At Phil the Fluther's ball.
I am not sure if we should give England the World Championship 2026. We have our grievances, you know, but then I am not even sure if giving WC26 to E is possible. Is it the right thing to do? Well, we have our grievances too.
Have you heard of Phil the Fluther, of the town of Ballymuck? The times were going hard with him, in fact the man was broke. So he just sent out a notice to his neighbours, one an all. As to how he'd like their company that evening at a ball. And when writin' out he was careful to suggest to them, That if they found a hat of his convanient to the door, The more they put in, whenever he requested them The bether would the music be for battherin' the flute. With the toot of the flute, and the twiddle of the fiddle-O! Hopping in the middle, like a herrin' on the griddle-O! Up! down, hands around, crossing to the wall-O! Hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluther's Ball. There was Mister Denis Dogherty, who kep' the runnin' dog; There was little crooked Paddy, from the Tiraloughett bog; There was boys from every Barony, and girls from ev'ry "art" And the beautiful Miss Bradys, in a private ass an' cart, And along with them came bouncing Mrs. Cafferty, Little Micky Mulligan was also to the fore, Rose, Suzanne, and Margaret O'Rafferty, The flower of Ardmagullion, and the pride of Pethravore. With the toot of the flute, and the twiddle of the fiddle-O! Hopping in the middle, like a herrin' on the griddle-O! Up! down, hands around, crossing to the wall-O! Hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluther's Ball. First, little Micky Mulligan got up to show them how, And then the Widda' Cafferty steps out and makes her bow, I could dance you off your legs, sez she, as sure as you are born, If ye'll only make the piper play, "The hare was in the corn." So Phil plays up to the best of his ability, The lady and the gentleman begin to do their share; Faith, then Mick it's you that has agility, Begorra Mrs. Cafferty, yer leppin' like a hare! With the toot of the flute, and the twiddle of the fiddle-O! Hopping in the middle, like a herrin' on the griddle-O! Up! down, hands around, crossing to the wall-O! Hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluther's Ball. Then Phil the Fluther tipped a wink to little Crooked Pat, "I think it's nearly time," sez he, "for passin' round the hat." So Paddy pass'd the caubeen round, and looking mighty cute. Sez, "Ye've got to pay the piper when he toothers on the flute." Then all joined in wid the greatest joviality, Covering the buckle, and the shuffle, and the cut; Jigs were danced, of the very finest quality, But the Widda' bet the company at "handling the fut." With the toot of the flute, and the twiddle of the fiddle-O! Hopping in the middle, like a herrin' on the griddle-O! Up! down, hands around, crossing to the wall-O! Hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluther's Ball.
