Key: G major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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OWN INVENTION
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where Miss Henry used to go, sir
she'd set me hard to twitchin'
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When she invited me
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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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and I frizzed and oiled the hair up.
and he had gone a -fishing,
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So we kicked up a life below
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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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I was marched off to the station
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And I had to tell a tale
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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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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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Sing tor
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a lora lei,
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sing tora lora la dei
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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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On the stone that stood
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Con tented on all we were for.
And the songs that were sung,
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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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Then would join in some innocent game
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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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Con tented although we were poor
And the sons that were some
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On the stone outside Dan
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Morphy's door
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To the scenes of our childhood's home
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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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to the days now gone by,
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contented of how we were poor.
And the songs that were sung
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On the stone outside Danforth is gone
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 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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Rings on her finger,
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All Jenny Murphy says she'll die
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 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 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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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
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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