I'LL TELL ME MA

D

I'll tell my ma when I go home

A D

The boys won't leave the girls alone.

They pulled my hair and stole my comb,

A

But that's all right till I go home.

G

She is hand some, She is pretty,

D A7

She is the belle of Belfast City.

D G

She is court - in' one, two, three,

D A7 D

Please, won't you tell me who is' he?

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 well?"

Out she comes as white as snow.

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

Ould Johnny Murray 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 travelling 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 her ma when she comes home

Let them all come as they will,

For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.