I'll Tell Me Ma

Lyrics for I'll Tell Me Ma

I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone Pull my hair, they stole my comb But that's alright till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is courtin' 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, bells on her toes Jenny Murray says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is courtin' one, two, three Please won't you tell me, who is she? Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come shufflin' from the sky She's as nice as a 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 gets home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is courtin' one, two, three Please won't you tell me, who is she?