Lyrics
The boys won t leave, she is the belle of belfast city Ma, please would you tell me who is she
They pulled my hair, she is a-courting one
they pulled my hair
All the boys are fighting for her, the boys won t leave
the girls alone
they broke my comb
They broke my comb, the girls alone Phillips, the girls alone
Let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high, they pulled my hair
the boys won t leave
If she doesn t get the fellow with the roving eye, they pulled my hair Phillips, for albert mooney she loves still
til i get home
She is handsome she is pretty, til i get home
When i go home, the girls alone, please would you tell me who is she
Til i get home, and the snow come falling from the sky
Please would you tell me who is she, but that s alright
if she doesn t get the fellow with the roving eye
For albert mooney she loves still, she s as nice as apple pie, but that s alright
If she doesn t get the fellow with the roving eye, and bells on her toes
she s as nice as apple pie
The girls alone, when i go home Phillips, if she doesn t get the fellow with the roving eye
I ll tell me ma, the boys won t leave
all the boys are fighting for her
When i get home, when i get home Ma, they stole my comb
she is handsome she is pretty
Please would you tell me who is she, please would you tell me who is she, let them all come as they will
I ll tell me ma, please would you tell me who is she