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The boys won't leave the girls alone

The boys won't leave the girls alone

Tell me ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull my hair

They stole my comb

Well that's alright 'till I go home

She is handsome

She is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast City

She is a-courting

One, two, three

Pray, won't you tell me who is she

Who is she

Who is she

Who is she

Who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her

All the boys are fighting for her

Knock at the door and they ring that bell

Oh my true love are you well

Out she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

Old Johnny Murray says

She will die if she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

'Round, 'round and 'round we go

Up and Down

Toe to toe

The girls are dancing to and fro with the boy from Ballymore

'Round, 'round and 'round we go

Pretty maidens in a row

We'll be dancing all night long with the boy from Ballymore

Yap

Yeah they ran through the briers and they ran through the rambles

And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go

They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Fired our guns and British kept a-comin'

And there wasn't as many as there was a while ago

Fired once more and they began to runnin' on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

The Gulf of Mexico

The Gulf of Mexico

The Gulf of Mexico

The Gulf of Mexico

The Gulf of Mexico

The Gulf of Mexico

Wooh hee

Yap

And they went into me chamber all for to take a slumber

I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder

But Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water

And she sent the captain

Farrel to be ready for the slaughter

Wusha ring cumma do camma da

Whack for the daddy 'ol

Whack for the daddy 'ol

There's whiskey in the jar

Wusha ring cumma do camma da

Whack for the daddy 'ol

Whack for the daddy 'ol

There's whiskey in the jar

Wooh hah

Wooh ooh

Wooh ooh

Wooh ooh

I'm bound on a Yankee clipper ship

Davy Crockett is her name

And Burgess is the Captain of her

And they say that she's a floating shame

So fare thee well

My own true love

When I return united we will be

It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me

But my darling when

I think of thee

Won't you tell me

Won't you tell me

Won't you tell me who is she

Won't you tell me

Won't you tell me

Won't you tell me who is she

Won't you tell me

Won't you tell me

Won't you tell me who is she

Won't you tell me

Won't you tell me

Won't you tell me who is she