| i’ll tell me ma when i go home
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| the boys won’t leave
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| the girls alone
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| they pulled my hair
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| they broke my comb
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| but thats alright
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| til i get home
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| she is handsome she is pretty
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| she is the bell of belfast city
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| she is marching one, two, three
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| please can 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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| they knock at the door
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| and they ring at the bell saying
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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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| with rings on her fingers
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| and bells on her toes
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| ol' jenny murray says she’ll die
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| if she doesn’t a man with a roven eye
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| let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high
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| and the snow come falling from the sky
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| jenny murray says she’ll die
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| if she doesn’t get a man with a roven eye
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| one young man is fighting for her
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| all the rest they swear they’ll have her
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| let them all say as they will
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| albert mooney loves her still
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| i’ll tell me ma when i get home
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| the boys won’t leave
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| the girls alone
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| they pulled my hair
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| they broke my comb
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| but thats alright
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| til i get home |