I'LL TELL ME MA 
(Traditional Irish)


CHORUS:
I'll tell me ma. when I go home, 
The boys won't leave the girls a-lone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb, 
And that's alright till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty, 
She's the belle of Dublin** 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 they ring at the bell,
Saying, "Oh, my true love are you wel1"
Out she comes as white as snow, 
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes.
Old Jenny Murphy say's 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 shovelling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie, 
And she'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own, 
She won't tell ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will, 
But it's Albert Mooney she loves still

CHORUS


**or Belfast or Limerick or any other City.