I’ll tell me Ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole me comb,
But that’s alright till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell 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.
Knocking on the door
and ringing on the bell
Saying : « Oh my true love, are you well ? »
Down she comes as white as snow,
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Johnny Murphy says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain
and hail come high
And the snow come shoveling from the 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 comes home
Let them all come as they will
But it’s Patrick Murphy she loves still !