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I'll tell my 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 courtin' one, two, three, Please won't you tell me who is he

Albert Mooney says he loves her all the boys are fighting for her
They rap at the door and the ring at the bell saying "O my true love are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow, rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Ould Johnny Murray says she'll die if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hale blow high and the snow come traveling 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 them all come as they will for its Albert Mooney she loves still