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I'll tell me ma when I come home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She's the bell of Belfast city
She is a courtin', one, two, three
Please would you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
They rap at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin': Oh, my true love, are you well

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come shuffeling from the sky
She is nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by

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