I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one two three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Well, Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock on the door and they ring the bell:
"Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Poor Jenny Morrissey says she'll die
If she doesn't catch her fella with his rovin' eye
Tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting 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 tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own boy, by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her Ma when she goes home
Let the boys come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still
Tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is 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 pulled my hair and they stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one two three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?