I'll Tell My Ma

I'll tell my ma when I get home,

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull my hair and stole my comb

But that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty,

She is the Belle of Belfast city

She is a 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

Knock at the door and ring at the bell,

Saying oh my true love, are you well

Out she comes as white as snow,

Rrings 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