Karaoké Belle of Belfast City The Irish Rovers

Hey tell me ma when I go 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're up at the door

They're ringin' the bell

Sayin' Oh my true love are you well

Here she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers

Bells on her toes

Old Johnny Murray says she'll die if she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

Hey tell me ma when I go 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

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

Let the snow come tumblin' from the sky

She's as nice as apple pie

She'll get her own man by and by

When she does get a lad of her own she won't tell her ma when she gets home

Let them all come as they will for it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Hey tell me ma when I go 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

Hey tell me ma when I go 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