I'll tell me Ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone. They pull my hair, they stole me comb, But that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of *Belfast* city She is courtin' one, two, three Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her, All the boys are fightin' for her. They knock at the door and the 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. *Ol*Jenny Murphy 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 Dublin city. She is courtin' 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 And 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*, But it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of *Belfast* city. She is courtin' one, two, three Please won't you tell me, who is she?