I'll Tell Me Ma

I'll tell me ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pulled my hair, they stole my comb

Well, that's allright, 'till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty,

She's the belle of Belfast City.

She's 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

They knock at the door and they ring at the bell

Saying, "Oh, my true love, are you well?"

Out she comes, as white as snow

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

Old John Murray says she'll dye

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

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

The snow come tumbling 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 goes home

Let them all come as they will

For it's Albert Mooney she loves still!