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 nice 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
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.