| 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 pulled my hair, they stole my comb,
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| But that’s all right 'til I go home.
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| She is handsome, she is pretty,
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| She’s the belle of Belfast City,
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| She goes courtin', a one, two, three
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| Please won’t you tell me who is she?
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| Now Albert Mooney says he loves her,
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| Now the boys are fighting for her.
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| Knockin' on the door and they’re ringin' the bell, sayin'
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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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| With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
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| Johnny Murphy says she’ll die
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| If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye.
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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 pulled my hair, they stole my comb,
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| But that’s all right 'til I go home.
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| She is handsome, she is pretty,
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| She’s the belle of Belfast City,
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| She goes courtin', a one, two, three
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| Please won’t you tell me who is she?
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| Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high,
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| And the snow come shoveling from the sky.
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| She’s as nice as apple pie,
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| And 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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| It’s Patrick Murphy 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 pulled my hair, they stole my comb,
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| But that’s all right 'til I go home.
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| She is handsome, she is pretty,
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| She’s the belle of Belfast City,
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| She goes courtin', a one, two, three
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| Please won’t you tell me who is she? |