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I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they stole my comb But that's alright till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle 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 They knock at the door and ring at the bell Sayin' "Oh, my true love are you well?" Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they stole my comb But that's alright till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is courtin' one, two, three Please, won't you tell me who is she? Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high The snow come tumblin' through the sky She's as nice as 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 them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they stole my comb But that's alright till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is courtin' 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 pull my hair, they stole my comb But that's alright till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is courtin' one, two, three Please, won't you tell me who is she?
Writer(s): Traditional, Donie Cassidy, Mick Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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