I'll tell me MaI tell me Ma, when I go home.
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
and that's all right 'til I go home.
/:She is hand-some, she is pretty,
she's the belle of Belfast-City.
She is counting one - two - three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?:/
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
all the boys are fighting for her.
They rab 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 doesn't
get the fellow with the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
and the snow comes shovelling from the sky.
She's as nice as an apple pie and
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,
but it's Albert Mooney, she loves still.
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