Texty

I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's alright, till I get home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one, two, three Please, would you tell me who is she? She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one, two, three Please, would you tell me who is she? Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fightin' for her They're knocking at the door and they're ringin' the bell Saying, "Hello, my true love are you well?" Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one, two, three Please, would you tell me who is she? She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one, two, three Please, would 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 sweet 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 For it's Albert Mooney she loves still She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one, two, three Please, would you tell me who is she? She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one, two, three Please, would you tell me who is she? She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one, two, three Please, would you tell me who is she? She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one, two, three Please, would you tell me who is she?
Writer(s): Dp, Paddy Moloney, Van Morrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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