| Tell me ma when I go home
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| The boys won’t leave the girls alone
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| They pulled my hair and stole my coat
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| But that’s alright till I get home
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| She is handsome, she is pretty
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| She’s the belle of Belfast city
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| She’s a courting 1 2 3
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| Please won’t you tell me who is she
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| And the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
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| Snow comes tumbling from the sky
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| She’s as sweet as apple pie
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| She’ll get her own man by and by
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| When she gets a man of her own
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| She won’t tell her ma till she comes home
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| Let them all come as they will
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| For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still
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| Come single belle and beau and to me pay attention
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| Don’t ever fall in love it’s the devil’s own invention
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| For once I fell in love with lady so bewitching
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| Miss Henreitta Belle down in Captain Kelley’s Kitchen
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| Tur a lur a lie
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| Tur a lur a lie ee
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| Tur a lur a lie
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| Tur a lur a lie ee
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| She slipped up to her room. |
| I said «good Lord Almighty»
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| She came back down the stairs wearing nothing but her nighty
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| With her arms around me waist, she slightly hinted marriage
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| When through the door in haste came Captain Kelley’s carriage
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| Tur a lur a lie
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| Tur a lur a lie ee
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| Tur a lur a lie
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| Tur a lur a lie ee
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| On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
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| We set sail from the sweet home of Cork
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| We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
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| For the Grand City Hall in New York
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| Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
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| Nohow the wild winds drove her
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| She got several blasts, she got twenty seven masts
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| And they called her the Irish Rover
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| We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
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| and the shipped lost its way in the fog
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| And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two
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| Just meself and the captains old dog
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| And the ship struck a rock oh Lord what a shock
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| The bulkhead was torn right over
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| Turn nine times around and the pearl dove was drowned
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| And the last of the Irish Rover |