I'll tell me ma when I get home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right till I get home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she?
Ch: Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high Snow come tumbling from the sky She's as nice as apple pie She'll get her own lad by and by When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she gets home Let them all come as they will It's Albert Mooney she loves still
(Song: muirsheen durkin by Clancy Brothers)
In the days I went a courtin', I was never tired resortin' To an alehouse or a playhouse or many a house beside, I told me brother Seamus l'd go off and ge right famous And before l'd return again l'd roam the world wide.
Chorus: So goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, l'm sick and tired of workin, No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be fooled. For as sure as me name is Carney I'll be off to Californiy, where instead of diggin'praties I'll be diggin'lumps of gold.
(Song: coortin' in the kitchen by Clancy Brothers)
Come single belle or beau, come to now pay attention Don't ever fall in love, it's the devil's own invention. For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin' Miss Henrietta Bell, out in Captain Kelly's kitchen
Cho: To my toora loora la, my toora loora laddy Ri toora loora la, ri toora loora laddy.
Next Sunday bein' the day we were to have the flare-up I dressed myself quite gay, an' I frizzed and oiled my hair up The Captain had no wife, he had gone a-fishin' So we kicked up high life, down below-stairs in the kitchen.
(Song: The Holy Ground by Clancy Brothers)
Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu. For we're going away to the Holy Ground and the girls we all love true. We will sail the salt seas over and then return for shore, And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.
(Shouted) Fine girl you are!
Now when we're out a-sailing and you are far behind Fine letters will I write to you with the secrets of my mind, The secrets of my mind, my girl, you're the girl that I do adore, And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.
(Shouted) Fine girl you are! (Sung) You're the girl that I do adore, And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.