I'LL TELL ME MA



I'll tell me ma when I get home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull my hair, they steal my comb

But that's all right till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is courting one, two, three

Hey, won't you tell me, who is he?



Albert Mooney says he loves her

All the boys are fighting for her

Knock at the door and ring the bell

Hey, my true love, are you well

Out she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes

Our Jenny Murry says she'll die

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

Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high

Snow come tumbling from the sky

She's as nice as apple pie

She'll get a fellow 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

It's Albert Mooney she loves still



Recorded by Clancys

traditional. arranged by Jacqui and Bridie

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