Dubliners - I'll tell my ma lyrics

I'll tell my ma when I get home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull 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 a courtin' one, two, three Please won't you tell me who is she Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fightin' for her Knock at the door and ring at the bell Saying oh my true love, are you well Out she comes as white as snow Rrings on her fingers, bells on her toes Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come travellin' through the sky She's as sweet as apple pie She'll get her own lad 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 For it's Albert Mooney she loves still