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I'll tell me ma, when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone they
Pulled me hair, they stolen me comb
But that's alright, till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell
"Hello, my true love are you well?"
Out she comes white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny 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 travelin' through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own right 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
I'll tell me ma, when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stolen me comb
But that's alright till I get home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell
"Hello, me true love are you well?"
Out she comes white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny 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 travellin' through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own right 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
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?
Traduzione:
Lo dirò a mia madre quando rientro, che i ragazzi non ci lasciano in pace, mi tirano i capelli, mi rubano il pettine, ma va bene finchè non torno a casa.
Lei è affascinante, ed è graziosa
è la bella della città di Belfast
sta contando un, due, tre
mi vuoi dire lei chi è?
Albert Mooney dice di amarla
e tutti i ragazzi si azzuffano per lei,
bussano alla porta e suonano il campanello
"Oh sei tu il mio vero amore, vero?"
Lei esce fuori bianca come la neve,
anelli alle dita e campanelli ai piedi
Jenny Murray dice che lei morirà
se non potrà avere il tizio dagli occhi maliziosi.
Che vento, pioggia e grandine sferzino forte
e la neve cada dal cielo:
lei è dolce come una torta di mele
e avrà il proprio ragazzo accanto.
Quando lei ha il suo ragazzo
non vorrà dirlo alla madre quando rientrerà a casa.
Che gli altri facciano quello che vogliono
è solo Albert Mooney che lei ama