Belle of Belfast City

Tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair and 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? Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fighting for her They're up at the door, they're ringing the bell Saying, "Oh, my true love, are you well?" Here she comes, as white as snow Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Old Johnny Mary she says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye Tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair and 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 Let the snow come tumbling from the sky She's as nice as apple pie She'll get her own man, by and by When she does get a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she gets home Let them all come, all they will But 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 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? Tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair and 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?