I'LL TELL ME MA
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I'll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
Well that's alright 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast/Dublin city
She is counting 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
The knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin' 'oh my true love are you well?'
Out she comes as white as now
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johnny Morrisay says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast/Dublin city
She is counting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
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 get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
Well that's alright 'till I go home
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
The knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin' 'oh my true love are you well?'
Out she comes as white as now
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johnny Morrisay says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast/Dublin city
She is counting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she
(Click here to listen to 'I'll Tell Me Ma')
I'll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
Well that's alright 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast/Dublin city
She is counting 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
The knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin' 'oh my true love are you well?'
Out she comes as white as now
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johnny Morrisay says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast/Dublin city
She is counting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
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 get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
Well that's alright 'till I go home
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
The knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin' 'oh my true love are you well?'
Out she comes as white as now
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johnny Morrisay says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast/Dublin city
She is counting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she