The Irish Rovers — Belfast

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Tell me 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 ’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?

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?»

Here she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johnny Mary she says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye

Tell me 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 ’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?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
Let 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 when she gets home
Let them all come, all they will
But it’s Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell me 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 ’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?

Tell me 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 ’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?