I’Il telI me ma’ when I go home

the boys won’t leave the girls alone:

they pull my hair, they stole my comb

and that’s alright tilI I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty,

she’s the belle of Belfast city.

She’s the courtin, one, two, three,

please won’t you telI me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her,

all the boys are fighting tor her,

they rap at the door and they ring at the bell

saying: «Oh my true love are you well?».

Out she comes as white as snow,

rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.

Old Jenny Murphy says she’ll die

if she doesn’t get the telow with the roving eye.

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,

she’II get her own lad by and by, 

when she gets a lad ot her own

won’t tell her ma’ when she gets home,

let them all come as they will

but it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.