I'll tell me ma, When I go home
The boys won't leave, The girls alone
They pulled my hair, They stole my comb
But that's alright, 'Til I go home
She is handsome she is pretty, She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three,
Please would you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her, All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door, And they ring at the bell saying
oh, my true love are you well, Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, And bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
I'll tell me ma, When I go home
The boys won't leave, The girls alone
They pulled my hair, They stole my comb
But that's alright, Til I go home
She is handsome she is pretty, She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three, Please would you tell me who is she
Let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high
And the snow come falling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie, She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lot of her own, She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will, For Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell me ma, When I get home
The boys won't leave, The girls alone
They pulled my hair, They broke my comb
But that's alright, 'Til I get home
She is handsome she is pretty, She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three, Please would you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her, All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door, And they ring at the bell saying
oh, my true love are you well, Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, And bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
I'll tell me ma, When I go home
The boys won't leave, The girls alone
They pulled my hair, They stole my comb
But that's alright, Til I go home
She is handsome she is pretty, She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Please would you tell me who is she

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