| I’ll tell me ma when I go home
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| The boys won’t leave the girls alone
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| They’ll pull my hair, they stole my comb
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| Well, 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 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 boy’s are fighting for her
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| They knock at the door and ring at the 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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| Ole Jenny Murray says she’ll die
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| If you don’t get the fella with the roving eye |