I'll Tell My Ma
I'll Tell My Ma | |
| Chorus: I'll tell my ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty She is the bell of Belfast city She is counting 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 Sayin' "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 die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye. Chorus:
2. Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high |