I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair and they stole my comb But that's all right 'til 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? Well, Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fightin' for her Knock on the door and they ring the bell: “Oh my true love, are you well?” Out she comes as white as snow With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Poor Jenny Morrissey says she'll die If she doesn't catch her fella with his rovin' eye (CHORUS) 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 And she'll get her own boy, by and by When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her Ma when she goes home Let the boys come as they will It's Albert Mooney she loves still (CHORUS) I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair and they stole my comb But that's all right 'til 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?