I'll Tell My Ma
 
 
I'll tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
But that's alright 'til I go home.
 
Chorus         She is handsome she is pretty
                    She is the belle of Belfast City
                    She is courting 1, 2, 3,
                    Please won't you tell me who is She?
 
 
Here she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Oh Johnny Murray he says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
 
 
Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own boy by and by
 
 
When she gets a  lad of her own
She won't tell her ma 'til she comes home
Let the boys stay as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.