I'll Tell Me Ma

I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she? Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are after her Rap at the door and ring on the bell Oh, my true love, are you well? Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Wee Jenny Murray said she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she? A-skipping she's the best of all She never slips, she never falls Double Dutch or Heel and Toe She's the one that steals the show When they all come out to play She's the one that leads the way And Albert Mooney's always there To see the girl with the golden hair I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she? Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumbling from the sky She's as nice as apple pie And 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 come as they well For it's Albert Mooney she loves still I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til 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? I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she?