I'll tell me ma

I'll tell me ma when I come home the boys won't leave the girls alone they pull me hair and stole my comb well that's alright till I come home     She is handsome she is pretty     she's the belle of Belfast city     she's a courtin' one two three (3 claps)     please won't you tell me who is she Albert Mooney says he loves her all the boys are fightin' for her knock at the door and ring at the bell tell me oh you true love "are you well" Out she comes as white as snow rings on her fingers bells on her toes old Johnny Murray say's she'll die if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high the snow come tumblin' from the sky she's as fine as apple pie she'll get own own love by and by When she gets a lad of her own she won't tell her mom when she comes home let them all come as you will it's Albert Mooney she loves still