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I’ll tell me ma, when I get home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone they
Pulled me hair, they stolen 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 a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?
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Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin’ for her
Knock at the door, they’re ringin’ the bell
“Hello, my true love are you well
Out she comes white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ol’ Jenny Murray says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travelin’ through the sky
She’s as sweet as apple pie
She’ll get her own right 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
It’s Albert Mooney she loves still<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Chorus I’ll tell me ma, when I get homeThe boys won’t leave the girls alone theyPulled me hair, they stolen me combBut that’s alright, till I go homeShe is handsome, she is prettyShe is the belle of Belfast cityShe is a-courting one, two, threePray, can you tell me who is she? Albert Mooney says he … <\/p>\n