I'll tell my ma when I get home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair and stole [bad word] 
But that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty, 
She is the Belle of Belfast city
She is a courtin' one, two, three, 
Please won't you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her, 
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door and ring at the bell, 
Saying oh my [bad word] love, are you well

Out [bad word] as white as snow, 
Rrings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die 
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the [bad word] travellin' through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie, 
She'll get her own lad by and by

When she gets a lad of her own 
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them [bad word] as they will 
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

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