| lyric | Ev'ry night of the year about twelve of the clock
the ghosts and the spooks of the draperty flock,
Sit swingin’ their bodies all this and that way
And mournfully singin’ Ro tooraliay
Chorus:
Singin’ toorali oorali tooraliay
Singin’ toorali oorali tooraliay
Sit swingin’ their bodies both this and that way,
And mournfully sinain’ Ri’ tooraliay.
There once was a captain both gallant and bold
And he laughed at the warnings of young and of old
‘D’ye think,’ he’d remark and most scornfully say,
‘That I’d fear a dead ghost singin’ Toor-al-i-ay. ’
One Saturday night, coming home from Athy
He halted his boat as the lock he passed by
And he jeered as them ghosts sittin' there on the Quay
All mournfully singin’, ‘Right-Toor—al-i-ay’.
When he reached into Dublin his money was spent
So ’twas in to the manager’s office he went
Says the manager nodding, ‘A very fined day,’
‘H-m, H-m, H-m,’ (Hum) says the captain, ‘Right-Toor-al-i-ay.’
Well, a day or two after he took to his bed
The doctor was sent for but he shook his head.
For there’s no such disease in the pharmacal way
That I ever heard tell of as ‘Toor-al-i-ay.’
A day or two after me bould captain died
His wife and his childer around him they cried,
And the last words he spoke when they axed him to pray
Was ‘Toor-al-i-oor-al-i, Toor-al-i-ay’
Singin’ Toor-al-i-oor-al-i, Toor-al-i-ay
Singin’ Toor-al-i-oor-al-i, Toor-al-i-a
For the devil a word me bould captain would say
Barring, ‘Toor-al-i, Toor-aI-i, Toor-al-i-ay.’ |