I'll tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they
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 courtin' one, two, three
Albert Moon, he says, he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They rap at the door and they
Saying, oh, my true love, are you well?
Out she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Oh, Johnny Moore, he says, she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow
Let the wind and the rain
The snow come travelling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own that by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair and they 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 a 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
Say, Romans, true love, are you well?
Out she comes, it's white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Oh, Johnny Morty says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow
Let the wind and the rain
The snow come travelin' 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
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she
