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I'll Tell my Ma
I'll tell my ma, when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pull my hair and stole my comb,
And that's alright till I go home,
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the belle of Bellfast city,
She is courtin', 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 rap at the door and ring at the bell,
Saying 'Oh my true love, are you well?'
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die,
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
And the snow come pouring from the sky,
She's as nice as apple pie,
And she'll he 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,
But it's Albert Mooney she loves still.