I'll tell me ma, when I go home, The boys won't leave the girls alone, They pulled my hair and stole my comb, And that's alright till I go home.
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. They rap 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, bells on her toes, Old Johnny Murray says she'll die, If she doesn't get the fellow the with the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high, And the snow come tumblin' from the sky, She's as sweet 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, But it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
I'll tell me ma, when I go home, The boys won't leave the girls alone, They pulled my hair and stole my comb, And that's alright till I go home.
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. They rap 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, bells on her toes, Old Johnny Murray says she'll die, If she doesn't get the fellow the with the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high, And the snow come tumblin' from the sky, She's as sweet 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, But it's Albert Mooney she loves still.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
