I'll tell you my ma when I go home the boys
won't leave the girls alone
They grab my hair and they robbed my comb
but that's allright till I get home
Chorus:
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 rap at the door and they ring the bell,
oh my true love are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow,
rings in her fingers, bells on her toes
Jenny Murphy says she'll die if she doesn't
get the fellow with the roving eye
Chorus
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
the snow come shovelling from the sky
She's as nice as an apple pie and will get her
own lad by and by
When she get a lad of her own,
she won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will,
but it's Albert Mooney she loves still