back to songbook | text-only lyrics to this song G D7 G - G D7 G7 G C G D7 - G C G D7 G I'll tell me Ma when I go home, The boys won't leave the girls alone. pull my hair, they stole my comb, Well that's alright till I get home. Chorus: She is handsome, she is pretty. She is the belle of the Emerald City. She is courtin' 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 ring 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 Jenny Murray says she'll die If she don't get the fella with the roving eye. Chorus - break 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 when she gets home. Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
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