Look what I brought you, Bella. It's called the gramophone 'Tis an old country tune That I croon 'Neath the moon For me Mary It's a song that's real popular on the Bowery And the shamrocks grow green For this fairest cailin For me Mary For my Bella With your hair of Gold Brown Your dress of White Brown Your eyes so bright and Blue Brown but they're bright too Sure the birds sing Tri-lee-ra-doo For me Mary You're my Bella They sing for you