I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
The boy's won't leave the girls alone.
They'll pull my hair, they stole [bad word] 
Well that's alright till I go home. 

 [bad word] 
She is handsome. She is pretty.
She is the bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she? 

Albert Mooney say's he loves her.
All the boy's are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
Sayin' "Oh my [bad word] love, are you well"?
Out [bad word] as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Jenny Murray say's she'll die
If you don't get the fella
With the roving eye. 

Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
And the [bad word] tumbling from the sky,
She's as nice 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.