(I'll) tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole [bad word] 
But that's all right till I go home
 [bad word] :She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Please, won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door 
And they ring at the bell saying 
"oh, my [bad word] love are you well"
Out [bad word] as white as snow
With rings on her fingers 
And bells on her toes
Ol' jenny murray says she'll die 
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

 [bad word] 
Let the wind and the rain and the hail  blow high 
And the [bad word] falling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'l get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lot of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all say as they will 
For albert mooney she loves still