oh tell me mah when i go home, the boys wont leave the girls allone.
they pull my hair, they stole my cumb but thats alright till i go home.
she is handsome, she is pretty, she is the bell of belfast city. she is curting one two three, pleas wont to tell me who is she.
albert mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her.
they rap 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, bells on her toes.
old jenny murphy says she'll die, if she if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high and the snow come shovelling from the sky.
she's as nice as apple pie and she'll get her own lad by and by.
when she gets a lad of her own she won't telk her ma when she gets home.
let them all come as they will, but it's albert mooney she loves still

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