Karaoké Irish Medley Derek Ryan

Let's see those hands

Are you ready for Ceilidh

Two

Ho ro the rattlin' bog

The bog down in the valley-o

Ho ro the rattlin' bog

The bog down in the valley-o

And in that bog there was a tree

A rare tree, a rattlin' tree

The tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the valley-o

Ho ro the rattlin' bog

The bog down in the valley-o

Ho ro the rattlin' bog

Let's see those hands together

Ho

Let the grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way

Oh give me enough of the fine old stuff made near Galway Bay

Come policemen all from Donegal

Sligo and Leitrim too

We'll give them a slip as we take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew

Hi di diddly didle dum

Di diddly didle dum

Di doo rye doo rye day

Hi di diddly didle dum

Di diddly didle dum

Di doo rye doo rye

Here we go

Come single belle and 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 down in Captain Kelly's kitchen

With me toora loora la

Me toora loora laddie

Oh with me toora loora la

Toora loora loora laddie hey

Oh

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry Mountains

I met Captain Farrell

His money he was countin'

I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier

I said Stand and deliver for he and a bold deceiver

With me ring dub a doo dub a dah

Whack for my daddy oh

Whack for my daddy oh

There's whiskey in the jar hey

Oh

Well I counted out his money

He made a pretty penny

I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny

She said and she swore she never would deceive me but the devil take the woman for they never can be easy

With me ring dub a doo dub a dah

Whack for my daddy oh

Whack for my daddy oh

One more

And tell me ma when I go home the boys won't leave the girls alone

Pull my hair

Stole my comb

Well that's alright '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

Albert Mooney says he loves her

All the boys are fightin' for her

Knock at the door and they ring on the bell

Oh my true love are you well

Out she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers

Bells on her toes

Old Jenny Murray says she'll die if she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye

And tell me ma when I go home the boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull my hair

Stole my comb

Well that's alright 'till I go home

She is handsome

She is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast City

She is a-courtin' one, two, three

And for this hands in the air

Are we ready to sing it

One

Two

Well tell me ma

The boys won't leave

They pull my hair

Well that's alright

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

She is a-courtin' one, two, three

Please won't you tell me who is she