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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 pull my hair, they steal my comb |
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But that's all right till I get 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 courting 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 boys are fighting for her |
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Knock at the door and ring the bell |
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Saying, oh my true love, are you well? |
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Out she comes, white as snow |
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Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes |
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Old Johnny Murray says she'll die |
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If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye |
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Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high |
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Snow come tumbling from the sky |
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She's as nice as apple pie |
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She'll get a fellow by and by |
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When she gets a lad of her own |
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She won't tell her ma when she gets home |
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Let them all come as they will |
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It's Albert Mooney she loves still |
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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 pull my hair, they steal my comb |
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But that's all right till I get 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 courting one, two, three |
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Please, won't you tell me, who is she? |
