I’ll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pulled 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 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
They’re knocking at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin’, “Oh my true love, are you well?”
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
When Jenny Murray says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the rovin’ eye
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 tumblin’ from the sky
She’s as sweet as apple pie,
She’ll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won’t tell her ma when she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still
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
