I'll Tell Me Ma

I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, and stole my comb Well, that's alright, 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courting 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 Knock at the door and a ring of the bell Sayin' oh, my true love, are you well? Out she comes, as white as snow Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Old Johnny Murray says, "She will die If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye" I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, and stole my comb Well, that's alright, 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me who is she? Wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky She's as nice as apple pie And 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 goes home Let them all come, as they will It's Albert Mooney she loves still I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, and stole my comb Well, that's alright, 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me who is she? I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, and stole my comb Well, that's alright, 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me who is she? I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, and stole my comb Well, that's alright, 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me who is she?