Tell Me Ma - Ireland's Finest, The Dublin Boys, Irish All-Stars

I’ll tell me ma, when I get home

The boys won’t leave the girls alone they

Pulled me hair, they stolen me comb

But that’s alright, till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is a-courting 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, they’re ringin' the bell

«Hello, my true love are you well?»

Out she comes white as snow

Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes

Ol' Jenny Murray says she’ll die

If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

And the snow come travelin' through the sky

She’s as sweet as apple pie

She’ll get her own right 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

It’s Albert Mooney she loves still

I’ll tell me ma, when I get home

The boys won’t leave the girls alone

Pulled me hair, stolen me comb

But that’s alright till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle Belfast city

She is a-courting 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, they’re ringin' the bell

«Hello, me true love are you well?»

Out she comes white as snow

Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes

Ol' Jenny Murray says she’ll die

If she doesn’t get the fellow 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 right 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

It’s Albert Mooney she loves still

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Dublin city

She is a-courting one, two, three

Pray, can you tell me who is she?