| I'll tell my ma when I get home
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| The boys won't leave the girls alone
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| They pull my hair and stole my comb
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| But that's all right 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 courtin' one, two, three
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| Please 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 fightin' for her
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| Knock at the door and ring at the bell
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| Saying oh my true love, are you well
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| Out she comes as white as snow
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| Rrings on her fingers, bells on her toes
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| Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die
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| If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye
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| I'll tell my ma when I get home
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| The boys won't leave the girls alone
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| They pull my hair and stole my comb
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| But that's all right till I go home
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| Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
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| And the snow come travellin' 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 courtin' one, two, three
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| Please won't you tell me who is she
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| I'll tell my ma when I get home
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| The boys won't leave the girls alone
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| They pull my hair and stole my comb
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| But that's all right 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 courtin' one, two, three
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| Please won't you tell me who is she |