Here's the Roud entry on the song: https://archives.vwml.org/songs/RoudBS/B181613

Here's the broadside: http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/f2911560-e528-4cb8-b922-19a2d967bd9a/

DRUCKEN BELLA ROY
Tune—"Duncan M'Callaghan."

When Bella's cumin hyem at neet,
An' as she's walkin doon the street,
The bairns cries out, "Whe pawned the sheet?
    Wey, Drucken Bella Roy, O!"

CHORUS
            Then styens te them gans rattlin', rattlin',
            They a' set off a gallopin', gallopin',
            Legs an' arms gans wallopin', wallopin',
                For fear o' Bella Roy, O!

Now, when she gans through the chares,
The bairns begins and shoots and blairs,
And cries, as she gans up the stairs,
   "Where's Drucken Bella Roy, O!"

Now, if she's had a sup o' beer,
She sets ti wark ti curse an swear,
And myeks them run away for fear,
      Fra Drucken Bella Roy, O!

Believe me, frinds, these are her words—
She says, Get hyem, ye w——'s birds,
Else awl bray ye as flat as t——s.
Cries Drucken Bella Roy, O!

She says, ye have a w——e at hyem,
And if ye'll not let me alyen,
Maw faith, aw'll break your rumple byen,
Says drucken Bella Roy, O!

She'll myek the place like thunner ring,
And down the stairs her things will fling,
And cry, Get out, you (plagey) thing,
Cries Drucken Bella Roy, O!

Then in the house she sits and chats,
The bairns then hits her door such bats--
She calls them a' the hellish cats,
      Dis Drucken Bella Roy, O!

She shouts until she hurts her head,
An then she's forc'd to gan ti bed,
Which is a piece o' straw, down spread
      For Drucken Bella Roy, O!