Tom: G major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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OWN INVENTION
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I was prenticed to a grocer
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Not far from Stephen's Green,
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where Miss Henry used to go, sir
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Her manners were sublime,
she'd set me hard to twitchin'
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When she invited me
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to a holey in the kitchen
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Sing tora lorale, sing tora lorale,
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Sing tora lorale, sing tora lorale.
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Sunday being the day,
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we were to have a flare -up.
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I dress myself, I say,
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and I frizzed and oiled the hair up.
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The captain had no wife,
and he had gone a -fishing,
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So we kicked up a life below
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stairs in the kit chen.
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Sing tora lor a la, sing tora lora la dee,
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sing tora lora la,
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sing tora lora la dee
When the captain came downstairs,
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oh he seen my situation
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Despite all my prayers,
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I was marched off to the station
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For me they'd take my bail,
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not again for my position
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And I had to tell a tale
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of how I came into the kitchen
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Sing a tora lor ale,
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sing a tora lor ale,
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sing a tora lorale.
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I said she did invite me,
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but she gave a flat denial.
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But I thought she did indict me,
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and I was sent for trial.
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She swore I'd rob the house,
in spite of all her screaming.
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And I got six months' time
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for me courtin' in the kitchen.
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Sing tor
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a lora lei,
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sing tora lora la dei
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There's a sweet gardenspot
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It's the place we were
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Tis long years ago since we left it,
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But re turn we will if we're spared.
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Our friends and companions
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Would assemble each night near a store
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On the stone that stood
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Those days in our hearts we will cherish,
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Con tented on all we were for.
And the songs that were sung,
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In the days we were young,
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On the stone outside our
When our day's work was over
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In the winter or spring the same
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The boys and the girls all together
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Then would join in some innocent game
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Dan Murphy would bring down his fiddle
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While his daughters looked after the store
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and the sweet songs we'd sing
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Those days in our hearts we will cherish
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Con tented although we were poor
And the sons that were some
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In the days we were young
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On the stone outside Dan
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Morphy's door
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Back again will our thoughts often wander
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To the scenes of our childhood's home
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The friends and companions we left there
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It was poverty caused us to roam
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Since then in this life we have prospered,
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but still in our hearts we feel sure.
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to the days now gone by,
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and the stone outside Dan
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Those days in our hearts we will cherish,
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contented of how we were poor.
And the songs that were sung
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In the days we were young
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On the stone outside Danforth is gone
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I tell ye, ma 'am, when I go home
The boys won't leave the
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girls alone
They pull my hair,
they stroll my comb
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And that's all right till I go home
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She is handsome, she is pretty
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She is the belle of Belfast City
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She is caught in one, two, three
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Please, won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her all
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The boys are fighting for her,
they're wrapping the door
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Ring the bell, say, oh, my true love,
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Out she comes as white as snow
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Rings on her finger,
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All Jenny Murphy says she'll die
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the fella with the robin eye
Tell me, ma, when I go home
Why don't we leave
the girls alone?
She stole my hair,
she stole my comb
Well, that's all right till I go home
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She is handsome, she is pretty,
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she is the belle of Belfast city
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She is courtin', one,
two, three,
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please won't you tell me, who is she?
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Let the wind and the rain and the hair grow
higher
Let the snow come tumblin'
from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by
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When she gets a lad of her own
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She won't tell her ma when
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Let them all come as they will
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For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
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I'll tell me ma when I go home
I won't leave the girls alone
My hair, my stone, my comb
That's all right till I go home
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She is handsome, she is pretty,
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she is the belle of Belfast city.
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She is Corton, one, two, three,
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please won't you tell me who is she?
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