^DI'll tell my ma when I get home, The ^Aboys won't leave the ^Dgirls alone They pull my hair and stole my comb But ^Athat's all right till ^DI go home R: She is handsome, ^Gshe is pretty, ^DShe is the Belle of ^ABelfast city ^DShe is a courtin' ^Gone, two, three, ^DPlease won't you ^Atell me ^Dwho is she Albert Mooney says he loves her, All the boys are fightin' for her Knocking at the door ringing at the bell, Saying oh my true love, are you well Out she comes as white as snow, With rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come travellin' through 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 gets home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still