Ghost Chickens in the Sky

A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day, 

He stopped to sit beside the coup to break along his way, 

When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye, 

It was a sight he dreaded...Ghost Chickens in the sky. 

 

(Chorus) 

Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk, 

Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk, 

Ghost Chickens in the sky 

 

The farmer had raised chickens since he was twenty-four 

Been workin' for the Colonel some thirty years or more 

Raisin' all these chickens then sending them to fry 

Now they wanted their revenge... Ghost chickens in the sky.  

(Chorus) 

 

Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes a burnin' red, 

They had no meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead. 

They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw. 

They cooked him original recipe...and served him with coleslaw. 

(Chorus)

Tom the Toad

Oh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad

Why are you lying in the road?

Oh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad

Why are you lying in the road?

You did not see that car ahead

And you were flattened by the tread.

Oh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad

Why are you lying in the road?



Oh Fred the fish, Oh Fred the fish,

Why are you lying on the dish?

Oh Fred the fish, Oh Fred the fish,

Why are you lying on the dish?

You did not see the hook ahead,

And now your head is really dead.

Oh Fred the fish, Oh Fred the fish,

Why are you lying on the dish?



Oh Bill the bug, oh Bill the bug,

What are you doing on the rug.

Oh Bill the bug, oh Bill the bug,

What are you doing on the rug.

You did not see the foot ahead,

and now your just a spot of red,

Oh Bill the bug, oh Bill the bug,

What are you doing on the rug.

Oh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk

Why do you make my tires go thunk?

Oh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk

Why do you make my tires go thunk?

You did not look from East to West

Now on the road there's such a mess.

Oh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk

Why do you make my tires go thunk?



 

Joel the mole, Oh, Joel the Mole

Why did you fall into that hole?

Joel the Mole, Oh, Joel the Mole

Why did you fall into that hole?

You used to be so short and fat

And now you are a great big SPLAT.

Joel the mole, Oh Joel the Mole

Why did you fall into that hole?

The Littlest Worm

The littlest worm

you ever saw,

Was stuck inside

My soda straw.

The littlest worm I ever saw, was stuck inside my soda straw.



He said to me,

don't take a sip.

For if you do,

I'll surely slip.

He said to me don't take a sip, for if you do I'll surely slip.



I took a sip

and he went down

right through my pipes

he must of drowned.

I took a sip and he went down, right through my pipes he must of drowned.



I barfed him up

and he was dead.

I buried him

in my sister's bed.



He was my pal.

He was my friend.

But now he's gone

and thats the end.

 

The Deacon Went Down

Oh, the Deacon went down, to the cellar to pray,

But he found a jug, and he stayed all day.

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in an antique car

'Cause an antique car won't get that far



 Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a limousine

'Cause the Lord ain't got no gasoline



Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a speedy Jet

'Cause the Lord ain't got no runways yet



 Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a rocking chair

'Cause the Lord don't want no lazybones there



 Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a biscuit tin

'Cause a biscuit tin's got biscuits in



Oh, you can't get to Heaven in an apple tree

'Cause an apple tree's got roots you see



Oh, you can't get to Heaven on roller skates

You'd roll right by them Pearly Gates



Oh, you can't get to Heaven in our row boat

'Cause our row boat won't even float.



Oh, you can't get to Heaven in dirty jeans

'Cause heaven's got no washing machines.



Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a Kleenex box

'Cause God don't like no dirty snots.



Oh, you can't get to Heaven on a pair of skis

You'll shuss right past St. Peter's knees.



Oh, you can't get to Heaven in our Leader's pants

'Cause his pants are full of ants



Oh, you can't get to Heaven on water skis

'Cause the angels don't like hairy knees



Oh I want to go to heaven, and I want to do it right

So I'll go up to heaven all dressed in white



Oh one fine day, and it won't be long

You'll look for me, and I'll be gone



And if you get to heaven before I do

Just drill a hole and pull me through



But if I get to heaven before you do

I'll drill a hole and spit on you



Well if I get to heaven, before you do

I'll plug that hole, with shavings and glue



That's all there is, there is no more

St. Peter said, as he shut the door



Oh there's one more thing I forgot to tell

If you don't go to heaven, you'll go to...bed

And that's the end, St. Peter said

As he closed the gates, And went to bed.

Davy Crockett

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee

Greenest state in the Land of the Free

Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree

Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three.

Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!



In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose

Addin' their arrows to the country's woes

Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows

So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes.

Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!



Andy Jackson is our general's name

His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame

Them redskin varmints us volunteers'll tame

'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim.

Davy, Davy Crockett, The champion of us all!



 Fought single-handed through the Injun War

Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store

And while he was handlin' this risky chore

Made hisself a legend for evermore.

Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!



 

Home fer the winter with his family,

Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree,

Bein' the father he wanted to be,

Close to his boys as the pod and the pea.

Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his young 'uns dear!



He went off to Congress and served a spell

Fixin' up the Gover'ment and laws as well

Took over Washin'ton so we heared tell

And patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell.

Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear!



 He heard of Houston and Austin and so

To the Texas plains he jest had to go

Where freedom was fightin' another foe

And they needed him at the Alamo.

Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!

 The Philmont Song

Silver on the sage,

Starlit skies above,

Aspen covered hills,

Country that I love.

Philmont, here's to thee,

Scouting Paradise,

Out in God's country, tonight



Wind in whispering pines,

Eagles soaring high,

Purple mountains rise,

Against an azure sky.

Philmont, here's to thee,

Scouting Paradise,

Out in God's country, tonight.

 

Granny’s in the Cellar

Granny's in the cellar.

Golly can't ya smell her,

Cooking on that dark and greasy stove.

In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin' in the batter

And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.



Chorus:

Down her nose, down her nose,

And she whistles while the [Sniff] runs down her nose.

In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin' in the batter,

And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.

Granny's in the cellar.

Golly can't ya smell her,

Cooking Biscuits on that darn old greasy stove.

In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin' in the batter

And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.

Chorus

Granny's in the cellar.

Golly can't ya smell her,

Cooking Grits on that dark and dingy stove.

On her chins a great big zit that keep poppin' in the grits,

And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.



Chorus:

 

Granny's in the cellar.

Golly can't ya smell her,

Cooking Crabs on that dark and dingy stove.

On her elbow, there's some scabs that keep fallin' in the crabs,

And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.

Chorus



Granny's in the cellar.

Golly can't ya smell her,

Fryin’ taters on that dark and dingy stove.

On her left hand there's a boil that keeps oozin' in the oil,

And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.

Chorus



Granny's in the cellar.

Golly can't ya smell her,

Cooking Rice on that dark and dingy stove.

In her hair there is some lice that keep jumpin' in the rice,

And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.

Chorus



Granny's in the cellar.

Golly can't ya smell her,

Cooking Cobbler on that dark and dingy stove.

Well her glass eye its a wobbler and keeps poppin' in the cobbler,

And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.

Chorus

 

Great Big Gobs

Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts

Mutilated monkey meat

Dirty gritty birdies feet

French fried eyeballs floating in some kerosene

And me without a spoon.



Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts

Scab sandwich, puss on top

Vulture vomit, camel snot

Deep dish boogers soaking in a bowl of fat

And me without a spoon.



Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts

Parrot eyeballs dipped in glue

Petrified porpoise puss

Flaming ear wax bobbing in a bowl of barf

And me without a spoon.

 

 

I’m Lookin’ Over

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover,

I ran over-ran with the lawn mower.

One leg is missing the other is gone.

The third one is scattered all over the lawn.

No need explaining the mess remaining

Is down on the basement floor.

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover,

that I over-ran with the mower.



I’m looking over my dead dog Rover

Whose dead on the kitchen floor.

One leg is broken, the other is lame,

The third leg is missing, the fourth needs a cane.

No need explaining, the tail remaining

Was caught in the oven door.

I’m looking over my dead dog Rover

Whose dead on the kitchen floor.

He’s The Scout that Never Returned

Let me tell you of a story of a Scout named [name] ,

On that tragic and fateful day;

Put his Scout knife in his pocket;

Kissed his dog and family;

When to hike in the woods far away.



Well, did he ever return?

No, he never returned.

And his fate is still unlearned:

He may roam in the woods and mountains forever,

He's the Scout who never returned.



Now you citizens of [town name],

Don't you think it's a scandal

How ol' [name] got lost that day?

You’ve got to remember; TAKE ALONG A BUDDY,

When you hike in the hills that way.



Or else you'll never return,

No, you'll never return.

And your fate will be unlearned

You may roam forever in the woods and mountains,

Like the Scout who never returned.

 

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do They Wobble to and Fro?

Can You Tie Them in a Knot?

Can You Tie Them in a Bow?

Can You Throw Them Over Your Shoulder Like a Continental Soldier?

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do your ears hang high

Do They Reach Up to the Sky?

Can you see em from a mountaintop

Against a deep blue sky?

Can you Semaphore Your Neighbor  with a Minimum of Labor?

Do your ears hang high?

Do Your Ears Hang low?

Do in the wind they blow

Can Your Ears Hang Wide?

While They Flap From Side to Side?

Do They Wave in the Breeze from the Slightest Little Sneeze?

Do your ears hang low?

Do Your Ears Fall Off?

When You Give a Great Big Cough?

Do They Lie There on the Ground?

Or Bounce Up at Every Sound?

Can You Stick Them in Your Pocket Just Like Little Davy Crockett?

Do Your Ears Fall Off?

 

Grand old Captain Kirk

(Sung to Grand Old Duke of York)

The Grand Old Captain Kirk

He Had A Thousand Men,

He Beamed 'em To The Enterprise

Everyone stands up

And Beamed 'em Down Again.

Everyone sits down

And When You're Up Your Up,

Everyone stands up

And When You're Down Your Down,

Everyone sits down

And if your beamed just Half Way Up,

Everyone half-way up

You're Nowhere to Be Found.

Alice the Camel

Alice the camel has 5 humps, Alice the camel has 5 humps so go Alice go boom boom boom

Alice the camel has 4 humps so go Alice go

Alice the camel has 3 humps, Alice the camel has 3 humps so go Alice go boom boom boom

Alice the camel has 3 humps so go Alice go

so go Alice go boom boom boom

Alice the camel has 2 humps, Alice the camel has 2 humps so go Alice go boom boom boom  

Alice the camel has 1 hump, Alice the camel has 1 hump

Alice the camel has 1 hump so go Alice go boom boom boom,

Alice the camel has no humps, Alice the camel has no humps Alice the camel has no humps

Because Alice was a donkey.

 

Junior Birdman

Up in the air, Junior Birdman

Up in the air, upside down

Up in the air junior birdman

With your noses to the ground

And when you hear the grand announcement

That your wings are made of tin,

Do you know Junior Birdman

to send your boxtops in.

It takes 5 box tops.

It takes 4 bottle bottoms.

It takes 3 wrappers.

It takes 2 coupons

And 1 thin dime.

Waddley Achee Doodely Doo

Waddely achee, waddeley achee

doodley doo doodley doo

Waddely achee, waddeley achee

doodley doo doodley doo

Simplest thing there isn't much to it, all you've got to do is doodley do it,

Wop not doodley doo

Tip Toe through the Tent Pegs

Tip-toe through the tent pegs,

past the guy ropes, to the lolly,

Come tip-toe through the tent pegs with me...



It might be midnight but I gotta go

even though its nearly ten below so tip toe throught the tent pegs with me

Wish I could find my shoes

So I can meet up with you

Too late I gotta go,

So watch out for yellow snow.

Come tip toe through the tent pegs with me.

The Girl I Left Behind Me

The hour was sad I left my maid

A lingering farewell taking

her silent tears my steps delayed

I thought her heart was breaking

In hurried words her name I blest

and spoke the vows that bind me

And to my heart in anguish pressed

The girl I left behind me



Then to the east we bore away

To win a name in story

And there where dawns the sun of day

There dawned our sun of glory

The place in my sight

When in the host assigned me

I shared the glory of that fight

Sweet girl I left behind me



Though many a name our banner bore

Of former deeds of daring

But they were of the day of yore

In which we had no sharing

But now our laurels freshly won

With the old ones shall entwine the

Still worthy of our sires each son

Sweet girl I left behind me



The hope of final victory

Within my heart burning

Is mingling with sweet thoughts of thee

And of my fond returning

But should I n'eer return again

Still with thy love I’ll bind me

Dishonors breath shall never stain

The name I leave behind me

Join the British Army

When I was young I had a twist of punching chaps with me fist;

The judge says to me I should enlist and join the British Army.

Chorus

Too ra loo ra loo ra loo, they’re looking for monkeys up at the zoo; and if I had a face like you I’d join the British Army

When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you’d see;

The Prince of Wales he said to me, “Come join the British Army”

Corporal Duff’s got such a drought, just give him a couple of jars of stout;

He’ll kill the enemy with his bad breath and save the British Army.

Too ra loo ra loo, Me curse is on the Labour crew.  They took a darling boy like you to join the British Army.

Boney was a Warrior

Boney was a warrior; Aweigh hey ya

A warrior and a terrier; Jean Francois

He went to soldier school in France; Aweigh hey ya

And there he learned to take a stance; Jean Francois

He fought the bloody Austrians; Aweigh hey ya

The Prussians and the Russ-i-ans; Jean Francois

He went to fight the Russians; Aweigh hey ya

And lost his army in the snow; Jean Francois

A Moscow was a blazin; Aweigh hey ya

And Boney was a ragin; Jean Francois

We met him on Trafalgar Sea; Aweigh hey ya

Demasted him and took his fleet; Jean Francois

We sent him to St. Elba’s Isle; Aweigh hey ya

He decided not to stay a while; Jean Francois

He beat the Prussians squarely; Aweigh hey ya

And beat our British nearly; Jean Francois

It was on the plains of Waterloo; Aweigh hey ya

He met the boy to run him through; Jean Francois

He fought against Wellington; Aweigh hey ya

And now his downfall has begun; Jean Francois

He decided to take a cruise; Aweigh hey ya

Aboard the Billie Ruffian; Jean Francois

He went to live on St. Helena’s isle; Aweigh hey ya

And there he died in exile; Jean Francois

Old Boney was a warrior; Aweigh hey ya

A rorty snorty warrior; Jean Francois

Bound for the Rio Grande

Was you ever in Rio Grande? Weigh for Rio!

It’s there that the river floes down golden sand.

And we’re bound for the Rio Grande

Chorus

Then away bullies away!  Weigh for Rio

So fare thee well to me Liverpool girls,

We’re bound for the Rio Grande

So pack up your sea chest an’ get underway,

weigh for Rio!

The girls we is leavin’ can have our half pay;

And we’re bound for the Rio Grande

Chorus

Our ship went a sailin’ over the bar,

Weigh for Rio

We’ve pointed her bow to the southern stars

And we’re bound for the Rio Grande

Chorus

You Liverpool judies we’ll have you to know.

Weigh for Rio

We’re bound to the south’ard and glad to go

And we’re bound for the Rio Grande

Chorus

We’re a Liverpool ship and a Liverpool crew,

Weigh for Rio

You can stick to the coast  now but we will not do.

And we’re bound for the Rio Grande

Chorus

Goodbye to Ellen and Molly and Sue,

Weigh for Rio

You park lane judies, it’s good bye to you.

And we’re bound for the Rio Grande

Chorus

Men of Harlech 

Men of Harlech, stop your dreaming,

Can’t you see their spear-points gleaming,

See their warrior pennants streaming

To this battlefield

Men of Harlech, stand ye steady,

It cannot be ever said ye

Fought a battle when unready,

Welshmen will not yield.

From the hills come rebounding,

Set to the bugles call resounding,

Our  mighty foe he is surrounding.

Welshmen never yield.

Men of Harlech, on to glory,

This will ever be your story,

See the burning words before ye,

Welshmen never yield.

Put Another Lodge on the Fire

(a tent song about a guy who kept burning down his tepee determined to spend a night warm)

Put another lodge on the fire.

Boil me up a baker and marquee.

Wade out in the stream, take a bath and catch pneumonia;

Come one home with chiggers, ticks and fleas.

Walk in the woods and step into a hooter;

Spend all your money at the trading post.

Put another lodge on the fire,

It won’t be long before we have to go.

Don't Forget Your Old Shipmates

Safe and sound at home again,

let the waters roar, Jack.

Safe and sound at home again,

let the waters roar, Jack.

Chorus

Long we've tossed on the rolling main,

now we're safe ashore, Jack.

Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound,

four years gone, or nigh, Jack.

Was there ever chummies, now,

such as you and I, Jack?

Chorus

We have worked the self-same gun,

quarterdeck division.

Sponger I and loader you,

through the whole commission.

Chorus

Oftentimes have we laid out,

toil nor danger fearing,

Tugging out the flapping sail,

to the weather earring.

Chorus

When the middle watch was on

and the time went slow, boy,

Who could choose a rousing stave,

who like Jack or Joe, boy?

Chorus

There she swings, an empty hulk,

not a soul below now.

Number seven starboard mess

misses Jack and Joe now.

Chorus

But the best of friends must part,

fair or foul the weather.

Hand yer flipper for a shake,

now a drink together.

Chorus

Yo Ho, Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life For Me)"

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

We kidnap and rob and don't give a hoot.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!



Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Maraud and embezzle and even hijack.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!



Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.



We kindle and char, inflame and ignite.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

We burn up the city, we're really a fright.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!



Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.



We're rascals, scoundrels, villans and knaves.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

We're mean old black sheep, really bad eggs!

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!



Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.



We're beggars and blighters and ne'er-do-well cads.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Aye! But we're loved by our mommies and dads!

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!



Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Tell Me Why

 

Tell me why the starlit sky,

Tell me why the oak trees high,

Tell me why the sunset hue,

Tell me, Osceola why we all love you.

Because God made the starlit sky,

Because God made the oak trees high,

Because God made the sunset hue,

That's why, Osceola, why we all love you.

Mighty Fine

The biscuits here at Scout Camp,

They say are mighty fine.

One rolled off a table,

And killed a friend of mine.

Chorus

Oh I don’t mind I like the Boy Scout life,

Gee Mom don’t take me home

Please I don’t want to go

Gee Mom don’t make me go home.

The Kool Aid here at scout camp,

They say is mighty fine.

It looks like dirty water

And taste like turpentine.

Chorus

The mosquitoes here at scout camp,

They say are mighty fine.

The big bumps on my arm,

Are where they used to dine.

Chorus

The bed-bugs here at scout camp,

They say are mighty fine.

They feel like Sherman tanks

When they bite on my behind.

Chorus

Grand Old Duke of York

The Grand Old Duke of York, he had ten thousand men.

He marched them up the hill and then he marched them down again.

And when you’re up your up (everyone stands)

And when you’re down your down (everyone sits back down)

And when you’re only half way up (everyone raises up partially)

Your neither up (stand up) or down! (Sit back down)

(Repeat song ever faster and faster)

Cub Scout Spirit

I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit;

Up in my head (point with both hands), up in my head, up in my head

I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit up in my head, up in my head to stay!

I’ve got that Cub Scout Spirit;

down in my feet (point with both hands), down in my feet, down in my feet

I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit down in my feet, down in my feet to stay!

I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit;

Deep in my heart (point with both hands), deep in my heart, deep in my heart

I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit deep in my heart, deep in my heart to stay!

I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit;

All over me (point with both hands), all over me, all over me

I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit all over me, all over me to stay!

Cub Scout Vesper Song

(Tune of ‘O Christmas Tree’)

As the light comes to this land,

On my Promise I will stand.

I will help my pack go;

As my Pack helps me to grow.

I will always give good will,

And follow my Akela still.

And before I stop to rest;

I will do my very best.

 

The Hills of Osceola

written in 1939 by Edmund Wilkes Jr.

The hills of Osceola are calling me today,

Come back along the Scouting Trail, their voices seem to say.

I dream of woodland valleys, and pathways that I know,

And answer, O-sce-o-la dear, I'm coming back to you.

The hills of Osceola lift up their branches high,

The leafy curtain that they spread is green against the sky.

And when the shades of evening have chased away the light,

The stars above come shining through, God's watchman of the night.

The friends of Osceola have walked the trails with me,

And 'round the campfire we have met in joyous company.

O' friends of rain and sunshine, so loyal and so true.

Thank God for hills and trees and stars -- for Country, Home and You!

 

I’ll tell me Ma (Irish folk song)

I'll tell me ma

When I go home

The boys won't leave

The girls alone

They pulled my hair

They stole my comb

But that's alright

Til I go home

She is handsome she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is courting one, two, three

Pray would 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

With rings on her fingers

And bells on her toes

Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die

If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

 

I'll tell me ma

When I go home

The boys won't leave

The girls alone

They pulled my hair

They stole my comb

But that's alright

Til I go home

She is handsome she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is courting one, two, three

Pray would you tell me who is she

 

Let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high

And the snow come falling from the sky

She's as sweet as apple pie

She'l get her own lad by and by

When she gets a lot of her own

She won't tell her ma when she gets home

Let them all say as they will

For Albert Mooney she loves still

I'll tell me ma

When I get home

The boys won't leave

The girls alone

They pulled my hair

They broke my comb

But that's alright

Til I get home

She is handsome she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is courting one, two, three

Pray would 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

With rings on her fingers

And bells on her toes

Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die

If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

I'll tell me ma

When I go home

The boys won't leave

The girls alone

They pulled my hair

They stole my comb

But that's alright

Til I go home

She is handsome she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is courting one, two, three

Pray would you tell me who is she