She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is a-courting one, two, three Pray, can you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fightin' for her Knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell "Hello, my true love are you well?"
Out she comes white as snow Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come travelin' through the sky She's as sweet as apple pie She'll get her own right by and by
When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she gets home Let them all come as they will It's Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell me ma, when I get home The boys won't leave the girls alone Pulled me hair, stolen me comb But that's alright till I get home
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is a-courting one, two, three Pray, can you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fightin' for her Knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell "Hello, me true love are you well?"
Out she comes white as snow Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come travellin' through the sky She's as sweet as apple pie She'll get her own right by and by
When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she gets home Let them all come as they will It's Albert Mooney she loves still
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is a-courting one, two, three Pray, can you tell me who is she?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
