I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled me hair and they stole me comb
Well that's alright till I go home.

She is handsome, she is prety
She is the belle of Dublin City
She is courting one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she.

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door and they ring the bell
Saying 'oh me true-love are you well'.

Out she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own led by and by.

When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For Albert Mooney she loves still.