Songs > Tell Me Ma

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I'll tell my ma when I go home
       D                                      G
The boys won't leave the girls alone
G                                  C           G
They pulled my hair and stole my comb
       D                           G
But that's alright till I go home
G                         C
She is handsome, she is pretty
G                        D
She's the belle of Dublin city
G                     C
She is courting one two three
G                        D        G
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock on the door and they ring the bell
Sayin' true love are you well?
Out she comes white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murry says she'll die
If she don't get the laddy with the rovin' eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
Let snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own 
She won't tell her ma when she goes home
Let the others come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still