Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
Oh Maggie went a dancing’ a ta the local hall.
She not a realising that it was the farmers ball.
Very soon Maggies little feet they were all bruised.
As farmers in there great big boots around the floor they cruised.
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Oh Maggie left the farmers ball, she went home in a huff.
Oh mammy, tell me mammy, why are farmers balls so rough?
Her mammy says, now farmers at dancing they were losers.
But the reason why there balls are rough, there’s clay inside their trousers.
They started leppin’ round the floor an’ jumpin’ up an’ down.
This was the farmers ball an’ they were really going ta town.
There was all kinds of farmers there with great big hobnail boots.
An’ some of them in waistcoats an’ a few of them had suits.
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Oh Maggie left the farmers ball, she went home in a huff.
Oh mammy, tell me mammy, why are farmers balls so rough?
Her mammy says, now farmers at dancing they were losers.
But the reason why there balls are rough, there’s clay inside their trousers.
Well she went back the next year, it was the same again.
They were jumpin’ round like asses, great big grown men.
There were porter, fags an’ sandwiches scattered round the floor.
An’ every time the band would stop, the farmers shouted…
More, more, more, more, more, more…..
Chorus
Oh Maggie left the farmers ball, she went home in a huff.
Oh mammy, tell me mammy, why are farmers balls so rough?
Her mammy says, now farmers at dancing they were losers.
But the reason why there balls are rough, there’s clay inside their trousers.
Chorus
Oh Maggie left the farmers ball, she went home in a huff.
Oh mammy, tell me mammy, why are farmers balls so rough?
Her mammy says, now farmers at dancing they were losers.
But the reason why there balls are rough, there’s clay inside their trousers.