The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they 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 carton, one, two, three
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
and they're ringing the bell
Saying, my true love, are you well?
Up she comes as white as snow
Oh, Jenny Murray says she will die
If she doesn't get the fella
Let the wind and the rain
Snow comes shuffling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own there by and by
When she gets a letter of own
She won't tell her ma when
Let no more come as they will
But it's Albert Mooney that she loves still
Tell me ma, when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Put my hair, they stole my comb
And their are raised when I get home
She is handsome, she is pretty,
she is the belle of Belfast City
She is a court, one, two, three,
please won't you tell me who is she?
She is handsome, she is pretty,
she is the belle of Belfast City
She is a court, one, two, three,
please won't you tell me who is she?
