I'll Tell Me Ma lyrics

I'll tell me ma when I get home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull me hair, they stolen me comb

But that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Dublin city

She is a-courting one two three

Pray, would you tell me: who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her

All the boys are fighting for her

Knock at the door and they ring that bell

Oh my true love, are you well?

Out she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

Old Jenny Murray says she will die

If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

*instrumental break*

I'll tell me ma when I get home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull me hair, they stolen me comb

But that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Dublin city

She is a-courting one two three

Pray, would you tell me: who is she?