I'll tell Mama when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They wrecked my hair, 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 courtin' one, two, three
Please can you tell me who is he?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
They rap at the door and they ring at
Sayin' oh my true love are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers
Old Jenny Murray says she'll die if he doesn't
get the fella with her open eye
the snow came travelling from
Albert Mooney says he loves her all about her,
fighting for her there at the door
And the ring of the bell saying,
oh my true love, are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow,
with rings on her fingers
Old Jenny Murray says she'll die
if he doesn't get the fella with her open eye
Let them all come, I say,
while Albert Mooney loves her still.
