I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled my hair and 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 a court and a one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Well, but Moony says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Said, oh my true love, are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow
Oh, Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow
Told me, bah, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pull my hair and stone my comb
That's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a court and a one -two -three
Please, won't you tell me
Let the wind and the rain
And the snow come trottlin'
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lot of her own
She won't tell her ma when
Let them all confess 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
I pull my hair and stow 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 the court and the one to stay,
please won't you tell me who is she?
All the beauty says he loves her,
saying oh my true love, you well?
Out she comes as white as snow,
rings on the fingers and bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murray says she'll die
fella with the robe and eye
Tell me, Ma, when I go home,
the boys will leave the girls alone
Pull my hair and sew 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 a court and I want to be
Please won't you tell me,
