| I’ll tell me Ma when I go home the bhoy’s won’t leave the girls alone.
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| They’ll pull my hair, they stole my comb, that’s all right till I go home.
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| She is handsome, she is pretty, She is the bell of BELGRADE CITY,
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| She is courtin' one, two, three, please won’t you tell me who is she?
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| Albert Mooney say’s he loves her, all the bhoys are fightin' for her.
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| Knock at the door and ring at the bell: «Oh, my true love are you well?»
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| Out she comes as white as snow, rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
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| Oul Jenny Murray say’s she will die if you don’t get the fella with the roving
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| eye.
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| Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high. |
| Snow come tumbling from the
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| sky.
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| She’s as nice as apple pie, she will get him by and by.
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| When she gets a lad of her own, she won’t tell her Ma when she gets home.
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| Let them all come as they will, for it’s Albert Mooney she loves still. |