I'll Tell Me Ma

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I'll tell my ma when I go home The girls won't leave the boys alone Pulled my hair and they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courtin', one, two, three Pray, can't you tell me who is she? Well Albert Mooney says he loves her And all the boys are fighting for her Knock at the door and they ring that bell Oh my true love, are you well? Out she comes as white as snow With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Oh Jenny Murray says she'll die If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye I'll tell my ma when I go home The girls won't leave the boys alone Pulled my hair and they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courtin', one, two, three Pray, can't you tell me who is she? Let the 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 'til she gets home Let them light up as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still I'll tell my ma when I go home The girls won't leave the boys alone Pulled my hair and they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courtin', one, two, three Pray, can't you tell me who is she? Let the 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 'til she gets home Let them light up as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still I'll tell my ma when I go home The girls won't leave the boys alone Pulled my hair and they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courtin', one, two, three Pray, can't you tell me who is she? I'll tell my ma when I go home The girls won't leave the boys alone Pulled my hair and they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is a-courtin', one, two, three Pray, can't you tell me who is she?