Belle of Belfast City - The Irish Rovers

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 knocking the door and they're ring the bell

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 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

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 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?

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?