i ll tell me ma when i go home the boy s won t leave the girls alone they ll pull my hair they stole my comb well that s alright 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 say s he loves her all the boy s are fighting for her they knock at the door and ring at the bell sayin oh my true love are you well out she comes as white as snow rings on her fingers and bells on her toes oul jenny murray say s she ll die if you don t get the fella with the roving eye let the wind and the rain and hail blow high and the snow come tumbling from the sky she s as nice as apple pie 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 for it s albert mooney she loves still