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Tell Me Ma !
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I`ll tell me ma when I get home,
The boys won`t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But I won`t mind `til I get 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 fighting for her,
They knock on the door, and ring on the bell,
Saying "Are you in ?" and "Are you Well ?"
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Old Johnny Murray says she`ll die
If she doesn`t get the fella with the rovin` eye.
The wind and the rain and the hail blows high,
Snow comes tumblin` 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 gets home,
Let them all come as they will,
It`s Albert Mooney she loves still.