I'll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pull my hair, they steal my comb
Well, that's alright till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin City
She is courtin' one, two, three
Won't you tell me who is she?

Well, Albert Mooney said she loves
Said all the boys are fighting for her
Ram at the door, they ring the bell
Sayin', "Oh, my true love are you well?"

Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray said she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the gale blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from that sky
She's as nice as apple pie
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