| \nb | G | | | C | | | G D7 | | | G | \nb |
| G | C | G | |||
| I’ll | tell | me Ma when | I | go | home, |
| D7 | G | |||
| The | boys | won’t leave the | girls | alone. |
| G | C | G | |||
| They | pull | ed me hair, they | stole | me | comb, |
| D7 | G | |||
| But | that | ’s alright ’till | I | go home. |
| G | C | ||
| She | is handsome, | she | is pretty. |
| G | D7 | ||
| She | is the Belle of | Dubl | in City. |
| G | C | ||
| She | is a courtin’ a | one, | two, three. |
| G | D7 | G | |||
| Pray | won’t you | tell | me, | who | is she? |
| G | C | G | |||
| Albe | rt Mooney sa | y’s | he | loves | her. |
| D7 | G | ||
| All | the boy’s are | figh | ting for her. |
| G | C | G | ||
| Knock | at the door and they | ring | at the | bell |
| D7 | G | |||
| Singin’ “ | Oh | me true love, | are | you well?” |
| G | C | ||
| Out | she comes as | white | as snow, |
| G | D7 | ||
| Rings | on her fingers, | bells | on her toes. |
| G | C | ||
| Ole | Jenny Murray | says | she’ll die |
| G | D7 | G | ||||
| If she | does | n’t get the | fell | a with the | roving | eye. |
| \nb | G | | | G | | | D7 | | | G | \nb |
| \nb | G | | | G | | | D7 | | | G | \nb |
| \nb | G | | | C | | | G | | | D7 | \nb |
| \nb | G | | | G | | | G D7 | | | G | \nb |
| G | C | G | |||
| Let the | wind | and the rain and | hail | blow | high |
| D7 | G | |||
| And the | snow | come travelin’ | through | the sky, |
| G | G | ||
| She | ’s as sweet as | app | le pie. |
| D7 | G | ||
| She | ’ll get her own lad | by | and by. |
| G | C | ||
| When | she gets a | lad | of her own, |
| G | D7 | |||
| She | won’t | tell her Ma when | she | gets home. |
| G | C | ||
| Let | them all come | as | they will |
| G | D7 | G | ||||
| For it’s | Albe | rt | Moon | ey | she | loves still. |