Belle Of Belfast City

Tell my 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 '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

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All the boys are fighting 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 Johnny Mary she says she'll die

If she doesn't get the boy with the roving eye

Tell my 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 '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?

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 'till she comes home

Let the boys stay as they will

For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell my 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 '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