I'll tell me ma when i go home the boys wont leave the girls alone,
They pull my hear they stole my comb,
But thats alright till i go home,
She is hansome she is pretty she is the bell of belfast city,
She is counting one,two,three please wont you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney sais he loves her,
All the boys are fightin for her,
They rap at the dooe and they ring at the bell,
Saying "O my true love,are you well"?,
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her finger,bells on her toe,
Old Jonny Murphy sais hell die,
If she does'nt get a fellow with a roving eye.
I'll tell me ma when i go home the boys wont leave the girls alone,
They pull my hear they stole my comb,
But thats alright till i go home,
She is hansome she is pretty she is the bell of belfast city,
She is counting one,two,three please wont you tell me who is she?
Let the rain and the wind and the hail blow high,
And the snow come shovelling from the sky,
She's as nice as apple pie,
And she'l get her own lad by and by,
And when she gets a lad of her own,
She wont tell her Ma when she gets home,
Let them all come as they will,
But 'Tis Albert Mooney she loves still.
I'll tell me ma when i go home the boys wont leave the girls alone,
They pull my hear they stole my comb,
But thats alright till i go home,
She is hansome she is pretty she is the bell of belfast city,
She is counting one,two,three please wont you tell me who is she?
Hope you enjoyed the song i made...