| I’ll tell me ma, when I go home
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| The boys won’t leave the girls alone they
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| Pulled me hair, they stolen me comb
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| But that’s alright, till 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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| Please don’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 fightin' for her
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| Knock at the door, they’re ringin' the bell
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| «Hello, my true love are you well?»
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| Out she comes white as snow
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| Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
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| Jenny Murray says she’ll die
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| If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye
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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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| Please won’t you tell me who is she?
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| Bridge
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| Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
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| And the snow come shovelin' through the sky
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| She’s as sweet as apple pie
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| 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 when she gets 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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| 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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| Please won’t you tell me who is she? |