When I was a young boy sure I longed to see the world To sail around the sea in ships and see the sails unfurled I went to seek my fortune on the far side of the hill I wandered far and wide and of travel I've had my fill
Chorus: And it's home boys, home Home I'd like to be, home for a while in the old country Where the oak and the ash and the bonnie rowan tree Are all growing greener in the old country.
Now I've learned there's more to life than to wander and to roam Happiness and peace of mind can best be found at home For money can't buy happiness and money can not bind So I'm going back tomorrow to the girl I left behind
Chorus: And it's home boys, home Home I'd like to be, home for a while in the old country Where the oak and the ash and the bonnie rowan tree Are all growing greener in the old country.
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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 bewitching Miss Henrietta Bell out in Captain Kelly's kitchen
With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
When the Captain came downstairs, though he saw me situation In despite of all me prayers I was marched off to the station For me they'd take no bail, but to get home I was itchin' And I had to tell the tale, how I came into the kitchen
With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
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Who are you, my pretty fair maid, Who are you, me honey? And who are you, my pretty fair maid, And who are you, me honey? She answered me quite modestly, I am me mother's darling
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
And will you come to me mother's house, When the moon is shining clearly? And will you come to me mother's house When the moon is shining clearly? I'll open the door and I'll let you in And divil 'o one will hear us
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
Then she took me by the lily-white hand Led me to the table Then she took me by the lily-white hand Led me to the table Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, To drink if he is able"
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
And when will you return again When will we get married? And when will you return again When will we get married? When broken shells make Christmas bells We might then get married
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh