I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair and they stole my comb But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a curtain of one, two, three Please won't you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are after her
Roppin' at the door, ringin' the bell Oh my true love, are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow Rings on the fingers, bells on her toes
Wee Jenny Murray says she'll die She didn't get to fall out of the roving
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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 and they stole my comb But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a curtain of one, two, three Please won't you tell me who is she?
Escapin', she's the best of all She never slips, she never falls
Double ducks her heel and toe She's the one that steals the show
When they all come out to play She's the one that leads the way
And Albert Mooney's always there To see the girl with the golden hair
I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair and they stole my comb But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a curtain of 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 tumbling from 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 comes home Let them all come as they will
For us 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 and they stole my comb But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a curtain of 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 and they stole my comb But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a curtain of one, two, three Please won't you tell me who is she?
