I'll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stole me comb
But that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courting, a-one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door, they ring on the bell;
"Hello, me true love, are you well?"

Out she comes, white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Morrissey says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travelling through the sky
She's as sweet 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
Tell me ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stole me comb
But that's alright till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courting, a-one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door, they ring at the bell;
"Hello, me true love, are you well?"

Out she comes, white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Morrissey says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travelling through the sky
She's as sweet 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
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courtin', a-one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?