Belle of Belfast City lyrics

Tell my ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pulled 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 courting, one two three

Please won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her

All the boys are fighting for her

They're up at the door, they're ringing the bell

Saying: "Oh my true love, are you well?"

Out she comes, as white as snow

Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes

Anthony Murray said she'll die

If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

And tell my ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pulled 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 courting, one two three

Please won't you tell me who is she?

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

She'll get her own man, by and by

When she does get a lad of her own

She won't tell her ma 'till she gets home

Let them all come out, if they will

But Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell my ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pulled 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 courting, one two three

Please won't you tell me who is she?

And tell my ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pulled 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 courting, one two three

Please won't you tell me who is she?

• Artist:The Irish Rovers
• Album:Another Round (2005)