I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, and stole my comb
Well, 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, won't you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and a ring of the bell
Sayin' oh, my true love, are you well?
Out she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murray says, "She will die
If she doesn't get the fella 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, and stole my comb
Well, 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, won't you tell me who is she?
Wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky
She's as nice 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 goes home
Let them all come, as they will
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, and stole my comb
Well, 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, 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, and stole my comb
Well, 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, 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, and stole my comb
Well, 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, won't you tell me who is she?