Belle Of Belfast City Lyrics

Tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I 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,
Knockin' at the door and ringin' at the bell
Sayin' O 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 she says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye.

Tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I 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?
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own man, by and by
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won't tell her ma 'till she comes home,
Let the boys come as they will,
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I 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?

Tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I 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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