Belfast Food CroMusic at cromusic.crolinks.com [V] I'll tell me Ma' when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is bell of Belfast City She is courtin' one, two, three Please won't you tell me who is she Albert Mooney says she love her All the boys are fighting for her They knock at the door and at the bell Sayin' "oh, my true love, are you well Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Ol' Lenny Murray says she'll die If you don't get the fella with her roving eye Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high And the snow come tumbling from 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 For it's Albert Mooney she loves still