Belle of Belfast City
Traditional Irish


Tell my ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting, one two three
Oh, won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock on the door,ring at the bell
saying, "Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Ould Johnny Morrissey she says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

Tell my ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting, one two three
Oh, won't you tell me who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own boy, by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma whe she gets home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell my ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting, one two three
Oh, won't you tell me who is she?

Tell my ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting, one two three
Oh, won't you tell me who is she?

Tell my ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting, one two three
Oh, won't you tell me who is she?