I'll Tell Me Ma (Irish)

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 But that's alright till I go home

(chorus):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 They knock on the door and they ring at the bell Saying, oh my true love, are you well? Out she comes out as white as snow Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

(Chorus)

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come 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 comes home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still