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I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
The girls won't leave the boys alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
But that's alright till I'll 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 knock at the door and ring at the bell,
Saying "Oh, my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Jenny Murray says she'll die,
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye.

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 goes 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 girls won't leave the boys alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
But that's alright till I'll 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?

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