I'll tell me Ma' when I go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
but that's all right 'till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says she love her,
all the boys are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and at the bell
sayin' "oh, my true love, are you well"?
Out she comes as white as snow
rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Lenny Murray says she'll die
if you don't get the fella with her roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
and the snow come tumbling from the sky,
she's as nice as apple pie.
She'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
she won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will
for it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
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