Jan Smit - The Belle Of Belfast

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She's the belle of Belfast city,
She is countin', one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she?

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She's the belle of Belfast city,
She is countin', one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she?

I'll tell me ma,
When I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair,
They stole my comb,
And that's alright till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She's the belle of Belfast city,
She is countin', 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 rap at the door
And they ring at the bell,
'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
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
And 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,
For it's Albert Mooney
She loves still.

I'll tell me ma,
When I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair,
They stole my comb,
And that's alright till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She's the belle of Belfast city,
She is courtin', one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she?

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She's the belle of Belfast city,
She is courtin', one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she?