The Belle of Belfast City lyrics

I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She’s the Belle of Belfast City
She is a courting one, two, three …
Please, won't you tell me, who is she?

Chorus

Tell me 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 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She’s the Belle of Belfast City
She is a courting one, two, three
Please, won't you tell me, who is she? (hold)

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are pining 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 Jenny Murray she says she'll die
If she doesn't get the boy with the roving eye (Chorus)

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 ‘til she comes home
Let the boys stay as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still (Chorus x3)