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, And that's alright till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of 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 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 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 pull my hair, they stole my comb, And that's alright till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of Belfast city, She is courtin', one, two, three, Please won't you tell me who is she?
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumblin' from the sky She's as sweet as 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, For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
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, And that's alright till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of 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, And that's alright till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of 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 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 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 pull my hair, they stole my comb, And that's alright till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of Belfast city, She is courtin', one, two, three, Please won't you tell me who is she?
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumblin' from the sky She's as sweet as 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, For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
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, And that's alright till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of Belfast city, She is courtin', one, two, three, Please won't you tell me who is she?
