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