Belle of Belfast City

Tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and 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 courting, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock on the door and they ring the bell
Oh my true love, are you well?
Here she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Mary she says she'll die
If she doesn't get the boy with the roving eye

Tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and 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 courting, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own boy, by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma 'till she comes home
Let the boys stay as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and 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 courting, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'till I go home
She is hands