I'll[G] tell me ma when I go home the[D] boys wont leave the[G] girls alone,
They pull me hair and stole my comb,and[D] thats all right till[G] I go home,
She is handsome,[C]she is pritty,[G]she is the girl from [D]Belfast City,
[G]She is courting [C]one two three,
[G]Please wont you[D] tell me[G] who is she.
Albert Mooney says he loves her all the boys are fighting for her.
They knock on her door they ring on her bell saying oh me true love are you well.
Out she comes as white as snow,rings on her fingers bells on her toes,
Old Jenny Murry says she'll die if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and the hale blow high,
And the snow come shovelling 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 wont tell her ma when she gets home,
Let them all come as they will,but its Albert Mooney she loves still.