Now Hannigan was an Irish man, he came from Erin's Isle
He was a rogue who had a brogue you'd hear for half a mile
When Hannigan throws a Hooley sure the word it gets about
Though you may be a stranger, if you're passin' by, he'd shout
Hey, come into the parlour, you can make yourself at home
Come into the parlour, sure you won't be on your own
There's Mick McGee, there's Rafferty, said there's Murphy and Muldoon
There's Mick McGilligey's daughter, doesn't know the taste of water
Their gaits are stout, they're stickin' out, there's...
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