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 and they stole my comb Well that's all right till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast City She is counting.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 at the door and they ring at the bell Sayin', "Oh my true love, are you well?" Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Old Johnny Murray says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumblin' from the sky She's as nice 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 come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still