Story Behind the Song
Lisa grew up singing big band with her mother in the kitchen. Gerry's always wanted to be one of the Andrews Sisters. So here was our chance. We've always liked this song. It's fun, people know it, and one of these days Albert Mooney's really going to get the girl!
Lyrics
I'll tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
Well, that's all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She's the belle of Belfast 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 at the bell
Saying, "Oh my true love, are you well."
Out she comes, as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
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 lad 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 it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
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