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 alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of the Belfast city
She is courtin', one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
They knock on the door, ringin' the bell
Sayin', "My true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye
The wind and the rain and the hail go high
Snow comes tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get a fellow 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
l'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 alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of the Belfast city
She is courtin', one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
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 alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of the Belfast city
She is courtin', one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?