Voyage - 'Clancy Bros Medley'

THE CLANCY BROTHER’S MEDLEY
(I’ll Tell Me Ma)
I'll tell my 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 go home
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast city
She is a courtin' 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 travellin' through 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,
Unto me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love,
Tis the devil's own invention
For once I fell in love
With a maiden so bewitchin'
Miss Henrietta Bell
Down in Captain Kelly's Kitchen.
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
She slipped up to her room, I said: "Good Lord Almighty!"
She came back down the stairs wearing nothing but her nighty!
With her arms around me waist she slyly hinted marriage
When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage!
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
(The Irish Rover )
On 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
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the 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 dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover