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Correct I'll Tell Me Ma/Courtin' In The Kitchen/Irish Rover Lyrics
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Correct I'll Tell Me Ma/Courtin' In The Kitchen/Irish Rover
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I'll tell me ma when I get home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair and stole my coat But that's alright, when I get home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me who is she? Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumbling from the sky She's as sweet 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 For it's Albert Mooney she loves still (Courtin' In The Kitchen) Come single belle and beau And to me pay attention Don't ever fall in love It's the devil's own invention For once I fell in love with a lady so bewitching Mrs. Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen Sing tu ra da lu ra da lie Sing tu ra da lu ra da laddy Sing tu ra da lu ra da lie And a tu ra lu ra laddy She went up to her room I said "Good Lord almighty!" She slipped back down the stairs Wearing nothing but her nighty Put her arms around me waist; she slyly hid the marriage Till to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage Sing tu ra da lu ra da lie Sing tu ra da lu ra da laddy Sing tu ra da lu ra da lie And a tu ra lu ra laddy (Irish Rover) 'Twas the fourth of July Eighteen Hundred and Six We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft No how the wild winds drove her She got several blast, she got twenty-seven mast And they called her the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost it's way in the fog And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two Just meself and the captain' sold dog! Then the ship struck a rock- oh Lord, what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned One, two, three! I'm the last of the Irish Rover!
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