Irish Folk song "The belle of belfast city"

I'll tell me ma when I go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone;
They pulled my hair and they 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 courtin' - one, two three.
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin' for her.
They rap at the door and ring the bell.
Oh my true love, are you well?
As she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Jenny Murray says that she will die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye.

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

I'll tell me ma when I go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone;
They pulled my hair and they 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 courtin' - one, two three.
Please won't you tell me who is she?