I'll tell me ma, when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
And that's all right 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 her
They rap at the door and they 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 Jenny Murphy 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 shovelling 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 gets home
Let them all come as they will
But its Albert Mooney she loves still