I'll tell me ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone. They pull my hair, they stole me comb, but that's alright when i go home. She is handsome, she is prety, she's the belle of belfast city, She is a courting. One. Two. Three Please won't you tell me who is she? Now Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her. Knocking on the door and ringing on the bell, saying:"Oh my true love, are you well?" Down she comes as white as snow with rings on ...