I’ll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone they
The wrecked my hair and they stolen me 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-courting one, two, three
Please will you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin’ for her
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell
“O my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murray says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye
What will you say, will you come to the show?
I won’t tell, so Ma won’t know
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travelling from the sky
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travelling from the sky
She’s as nice 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 comes home
Let them all come as they will
It’s Albert Mooney loves her still