I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled me hair and stole me comb
But that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Oh, please, can you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
They're up at the door and they're ringin' the bell
Sayin' "Oh, me true love, are you well?"
Out she comes, white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johnny Mother says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled me hair and stole me comb
But that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Oh, please, can you tell me who is she?
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travelling through the sky
She's as sweet as an 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 gets home
Let 'em all come as they will
It is Albert Mooney loves her still
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled me hair and stole me comb
But that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Oh, please, can 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 me hair and stole me comb
But that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Oh, please, can you tell me who is she?