Clancy Medley Lyrics

Celtic Thunder

I'll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled my hair and stole my comb
But that's alright 'til I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a courtin', 1-2-3
Please, won't you tell me who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high
The snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And 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

In the days I went a-courtin'
I was never tired resortin'
To the alehouse or the playhouse
Or many's a house beside

I told my brother Seamus
I'll go off and be right famous
And before I return again
I'd roam the world wide. So!

Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I'll go off to Californee
And instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold

Come, single belle or beau
Unto me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love
For 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

With me toora loora la
And me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la
And me toora loora laddie

Let Sunday be the day
We were to have the flare-up
I dressed meself quite gay
And frizzed and oiled me hair up

The Captain had no wife
And he had gone a-fishin'
And we kicked up high life
Down below stairs in the kitchen

With me toora loora la
And me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la
And me toora loora laddie

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 soft seas over
And then return for shore
And still I live in hope to see
The holy ground once more

Fine girl ye are!

Now when we're out a-sailin'
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 I do adore
And still I live in hope to see
The holy ground once more

Fine girl ye are!

You're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hope to see
The holy ground once more

Fine girl ye are!

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