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I'll tell me ma when I go home |
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The boys won't leave the girls alone |
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They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb |
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Well, that's alright till I go home |
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She is handsome, she is pretty |
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She is the belle of Belfast City |
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She is courtin' one, two, three |
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Please won't you tell me, who is she? |
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Albert Mooney say's he loves her |
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All the boy's are fighting for her |
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They knock at the door and ring at the bell |
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Oh my true love, are you well? |
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Out she comes as white as snow |
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Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes |
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Ole Jenny Murray says she'll die |
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If you don't get the fella with the roving eye |
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Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high |
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And the snow come tumbling from the sky |
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She's as nice as apple pie |
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She'll get her own lad by and by |
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When she gets a lad of her own |
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She won't tell her ma when she comes home |
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Let them all come as they will |
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For it's Albert Mooney she loves still |
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I'll tell me ma when I go home |
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The boys won't leave the girls alone |
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They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb |
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Well, that's alright till I go home |
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She is handsome, she is pretty |
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She is the bell of Belfast City |
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She is courtin' one, two, three |
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Please won't you tell me, who is she? |
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I'll tell me ma when I go home |
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The boys won't leave the girls alone |
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They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb |
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Well, that's alright till I go home |
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She is handsome, she is pretty |
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She is the bell of Belfast City |
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She is courtin' one, two, three |
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Please won't you tell me, who is she? |
