Clancy Brothers Medley (I'll Tell Me Ma / Courtin' In The Kitchen / Irish Rover)
Celtic Thunder29 Aug 2025Clancy Brothers Medley (I'll Tell Me Ma / Courtin' In The Kitchen / Irish Rover) Lyrics
Clancy Brothers Medley (I'll Tell Me Ma / Courtin' In The Kitchen / Irish Rover) - Celtic Thunder
I'll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair and 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
Let the wind and the rain
The hail go high
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
It's Albert Mooney she loves still
Come single belle and beau
Unto 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
Miss Henrietta Bell
Out of Captain Kelly's kitchen
With me toora loora la
I'm a toora loora laddie
With me toora loora la
I'm a toora loora laddie
She slipped up to her room
I said good Lord oh mighty
She came back down the stairs
Wearin' nothing but her nightie
With her arms around me waist
She slyly hinted marriage
When to the door in haste
Came captain Kelly's carriage
Sing sing sing sing
Sing toora loora la
I'm a toora loora laddie
With me toora loora la
I'm a toora loora laddie
On the Fourth of July 1806
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
Know how the wild wind drove her
She got several blasts
She got twenty seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just meself and the Captain's old 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