Tell My Ma
Traditional
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 'till I go home
She is handsome she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is courting one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney sats he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock on the door and they ring the bell
Oh my true love are you well
Here she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Oh Johny Murray he says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
CHORUS
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
She'll get her own boy by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma 'till she comes home
Let the boys stay as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
Fidde : Molly Rankin's Reel
Chorus......3 times
©Copyright Rankin Family Inc. - SOCAN