I'll tell me ma when I get home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair and they stole my comb Well that's alright 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast/Dublin city She is counting 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 The knock at the door and they ring at the bell Sayin' 'oh my true love are you well?' Out she comes as white as now Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Old Johnny Morrisay says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast/Dublin city She is counting 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 tumblin' 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 gets home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell me ma when I get home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair and they stole my comb Well that's alright 'till I go home
Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fighting for her The knock at the door and they ring at the bell Sayin' 'oh my true love are you well?' Out she comes as white as now Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Old Johnny Morrisay says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast/Dublin city She is counting one, two, three Please won't you tell me who is she