irisches Lied
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pull my hair, 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 a courtin' a 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
Rap at the door and ring at the bell
Saying: Oh, my true love, are you well?
Out she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murphy 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
Snow come shovelling 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
It's Albert Mooney she loves still
A (tell) E (boys) A (girls)
E (that's) A (I)
A (she) D (2.she) A (3.she) E (Belfast)
A (she) D (one)
A (please) E (tell) A (who)
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v,g, Christina Schwalbach