Lyrics

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
But that's alright 'til I get home
She is handsome, she is pretty
she's the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she

Oh Albert Mooney says he loves her
And the boys are fighting for her
Knockin' on her door, and they're ringin' on her bell,
Sayin', "Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
With the rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

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
But that's alright 'til I get home
She is handsome, she is pretty
she's 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 come high
And the snow come shoveling 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 comes home
Let the boys come as they will; it's Owen Ray that 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
But that's alright 'til I get home
She is handsome, she is pretty
she's the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she

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
But that's alright 'til I get home
She is handsome, she is pretty
she's the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she