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 and stole me comb, but that's all right, 'til I get 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 fightin' for her,
They rap at the door and ring at the bell, sayin', "Oh, my true love, are you well?"
Down she comes as white as snow, rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Jenny Riley says she'll die if she doesn' get the fellow with the rovin' eye. chorus

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow by, and the snow come a-shovelling from 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 comes home,
Let them all do what they will, it's Albert Mooney she loves still! chorus

As performed on the recording:
Sing We Enchanted

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