I’ll tell me Ma when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well that’s alright 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 knock at the door and ring at the bell
Saying " Oh my true love, are you well ? "
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Jenny Murray says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fella
With the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling 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,
She won’t tell her Ma when she gets home,
Let them all come as they will,
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

(repeat 1st verse and chorus)