Lyrics:

I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courtin' one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin' for her
They knock on the door, they ring on the bell,
Say 'Oh my true love are you well?'

Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Oul Johnny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I get home

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad bye and bye

When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her Ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will,
It's Albert Mooney she loves still

I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I get home

I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I get home

I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone