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I'll tell me ma when I gone home |
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The boys won't leave the girls alone |
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They pull my hair, they stole me comb |
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But that's alright till 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 is a courting 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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And all the boys are fighting for her |
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Knocking on the door and they're ringing on the bell |
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Saying, "Oh my true love, are you well?" |
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Oh she comes as white as snow |
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With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes |
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Old 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 gone home |
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The boys won't leave the girls alone |
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They pull my hair, they stole me comb |
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But that's alright till 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 is a courting 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 gone home |
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The boys won't leave the girls alone |
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They pull my hair, they stole me comb |
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But that's alright till 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 is a courting one, two, three |
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Please won't you tell me who is she? |
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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 is a courting one, two, three |
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Please won't you tell me who is she? |
