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I'll tell me ma |
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when I go home |
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the boys won't leave |
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the girls alone |
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they pulled my hair |
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they broke my comb |
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but thats alright |
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til 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 can 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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they knock at the door |
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and they ring at the bell saying |
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"oh, my true love are you well" |
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out she comes as white as snow |
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with rings on her fingers |
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and bells on her toes |
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ol' jenny murray says she'll die |
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if she doesn't get a man with a roven eye |
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let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high |
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and the snow come falling from the sky |
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jenny murray says she'll die |
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if she doesn't get a man with a roven eye |
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one young man is fighting for her |
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all the rest they swear they'll have her |
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let them all say as they will |
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albert mooney loves her still |
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I'll tell me ma |
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when I get home |
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the boys won't leave |
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the girls alone |
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they pulled my hair |
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they broke my comb |
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but thats alright |
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til I get home |
