THE SONG GOES


I'LL TELL ME MA, WHEN I GO HOME THE BOYS WON'T LEAVE THE GIRLS ALONE. THEY PULL MY HAIR, AND THE MY COMB BUT THATS ALL RIGHT TILL I GET HOME. SHE IS HANDSOME SHE IS PRETTY, SHE IS THE BELLE OF BELFAST CITY, SHE IS A COURTING', ONE TWO THREE, PLESAE WON'T U TELL ME WHO IS SHE.

ALBERT MOONEY SAYS HE LOVES HER, ALL THE BOYS ARE FIGHTIN FOR HER, A RAP AT THE DOOR AN A RING OF THE BELL, SAYIN OH MY TRUE-LOVE ARE YOU WELL?' OUT SHE COMES AS WHITE AS SNOW, RINGS ON HER FINGERS, BELLS ON HER TOES OLD JENNY MURPHY SAYS SHE'LL DIE IF SHE DOESN'T GET THE FELLA WITH THE ROVEIN EYE.

LET THE WIND AND THE RAIN AN THE HEIL BLOW HIGH LET THE SNOW COME TUMBULN FORM THE SKY SHE'S AS NICE AS APPLE PIE AN SHE'LL GET HER OWN LAD BY AN BY. WHEN SHE GETS A LAD OF HER OWN SHE WON'T TELL ER MA WHEN SHE GETS HOME LET THEM ALL COME AS THEY WILL, FOR IT ALBERT MOONEY SHE LOVES STILL.

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NOW YAS CANT FIGHT OVER THE WORDS AND THE SONE IT TRADITIONAL TO NORTHEN IRELAND NO WHERE ELSE. ALL THE BEST DAN ;0)