I’ll Tell Me Ma

I’ll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stole me comb
But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the Belle of Dublin city
She is a courtin’ a one two three
Pray can you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin’ for her
Knock at the door and ring at the bell
And Oh, me true love, are you well

Out she comes, white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fella with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travellin’ through the sky
She’s as sweet 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 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 Dublin city
She is a courtin’ a one two three
Pray can you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin’ for her
Knock at the door and ring at the bell
And Oh, me true love, are you well