I'll tell me ma, when I get home

I'll tell me ma, when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone 
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's alright, till I go home
  She is handsome, she is pretty
  She is the belle of Belfast city
  She is a-courtin’ one, two, three
  Please, won’t you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
They rip on the door and they ring the bell
"Hello, my true love are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Jenny Murray says 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
Snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own right by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she comes home
Let them all come as they will
It’s Albert Mooney she loves still