I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole my comb
And that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is 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
They rap at the door and 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 Johnny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow the with the roving eye
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 comes home
Let them all come as they will
But 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 pulled my hair and stole my comb
And that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is 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
They rap at the door and 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 Johnny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow the with the roving eye
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 comes home
Let them all come as they will
But it's Albert Mooney she loves still