Lyrics:

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole my coat
But that's alright till I get home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She's the belle of Belfast city
She's a courting 1 2 3
Please won't you tell me who is she
And the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
Snow comes tumbling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own man by and by
When she gets a man of her own
She won't tell her ma till she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
Come single belle and beau and to me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love it's the devil's own invention
For once I fell in love with lady so bewitching
Miss Henreitta Belle down in Captain Kelley's Kitchen
Tur a lur a lie
Tur a lur a lie ee
Tur a lur a lie
Tur a lur a lie ee
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 slightly hinted marriage
When through the door in haste came Captain Kelley's carriage

Tur a lur a lie
Tur a lur a lie ee
Tur a lur a lie
Tur a lur a lie ee
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet home 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
Nohow the wild winds drove her
She got several blasts, she got twenty seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
and the shipped lost its way in the fog
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two
Just meself and the captains old dog
And the ship struck a rock oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was torn right over
Turn nine times around and the pearl dove was drowned
And the last of the Irish Rover