If you don't get the fella with the roving eye
Out she comes as white as snow
She is courtin' one, two, three
She is the bell of Belfast City
I'll tell me ma when I go home
She is the bell of Belfast City
She won't tell her ma when she comes home
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Let them all come as they will
Albert Mooney say's he loves her
She is the belle of Belfast City
They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb
She is handsome, she is pretty
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Ole Jenny Murray says she'll die
All the boy's are fighting for her
They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb
She is handsome, she is pretty
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
She is courtin' one, two, three
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Well, that's alright till I go home
Oh my true love, are you well?
She's as nice as apple pie
Well, that's alright till I go home
Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
When she gets a lad of her own
The boys won't leave the girls alone
She'll get her own lad by and by
Well, that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
I'll tell me ma when I go home
