Karaoké Medley (live - Glór Tíre) Lisa McHugh
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Paroles
We're the Joyce Country
Céilí band
We're playin' away and we're doin' grand
If we're singin' a song won't you give us a hand 'cos we're the Joyce Country
Céilí band
Friday night and off we go
Tune the fiddle and strain the bow
Ah we'll take it handy for the first few sets
Sure there's hardly anyone listenin' yet
We're the Joyce Country
Céilí band
We're playin' away and we're doin' grand
If we're singin' a song won't you give us a hand 'cos we're the Joyce Country
Céilí band
Y'all here's the band
Hey
We do do's or functions or weddings or wakes for meats and salads or buns and cakes
Well if you need a few tunes just give us a call for the house, the pub or the parish hall
We're the Joyce Country
Céilí band
We're playin' away and we're doin' grand
If we're singin' a song won't you give us a hand
'Cos we're the Joyce Country
Céilí band
Let's see if you know this one
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la la lai
La la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
Hey hey
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station runnin' scared
Layin' low
Seekin' out the poorest quarters where the ragged people go
Lookin' for the places only they would know
Let me hear you sing
La la la
La la la la la la lai
La la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la lai
La la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
Oh we'd love to know if you know this one
Are you ready
Oh my little Honda Fifty
She's rapid and she's nifty
She'll get you away from the guards any day
Oh my little Honda Fifty
She's rapid and she's nifty
She'll do a hundred and fifty on a windy day
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
She's off each mornin' to the pop and then she's in for another little drop
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
As she walks along
Fitzgibbon street with an independent air
Then it's down be Summerhill where the people nod to stare
She says it's nearly half past one
Time I had another little one
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
So it's off each mornin' to the pop and then she's in for another little drop
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
Oh we've got to see those hands clappin' everybody
Are you ready
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 maiden so bewitchin'
Miss Henrietta Bell down at Captain Kelly's kitchen
With a toora loora la
With a toora loora laddie
With me toora loora la
With me toora loora laddie
At the age of seventeen
I was apprentice to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green where Miss Henri' used to go sir
Her manners were sublime
She set me heart a-twitchin'
When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen
With a toora loora la
With a toora loora laddie
With me toora loora la
With me toora loora laddie
Alright everybody
We'd love to see those hands in the air
Are you ready
One
Two
One two three four
Wooh ooh
Wooh
Hey
For one last time
We'd love to see those hands in the air
And you singin' along to the last few ones of the evenin'
Tell me Ma when I go home the boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair
They stole my comb but 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 will you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her with all the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door and they ringin' the bell
Oh my true love are you well
Out she goes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murray says she will die if she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye
Tell me Ma when I go home the boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair
They stole my comb but 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 will you tell me who is she
She is a courtin' one, two, three
Boom shakalakalaka Céilí Fun
Informations
Rendu célèbre par Lisa McHugh
Auteurs-Compositeurs : John Mitchell Hamilton, Philip Larsen, Trad, Thomas Andrew Tuohy, Paul Simon, Davey Carton, Leo Mary Brendan Moran, Patrick Leonard Stevens, Pierce Henry Doherty
Toute reproduction interdite
Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Medley (live) rendu célèbre par Lisa McHugh
