I'll Tell Me Ma - The Irish Travelers

Tell me ma when I go home

The boys won’t leave the girls alone

They pull my hair, they stole my comb

But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is a-courting one two three

Pray, would you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her

All the boys are fighting for her

Knock at the door and they ring that bell

Oh my true love, are you well

Out she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

Old Jenny Murray says she will die

If she doesn’t get the fella with the roving eye

Tell me ma when I go home

The boys won’t leave the girls alone

They pull my hair, they stole my comb

But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is a-courting one two three

Pray, would you tell me who is she

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

And the snow come a-tumbling 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 till she comes home

Let them all come as they will

For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell me ma when I go home

The boys won’t leave the girls alone

They pull my hair, they stole my comb

But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is a-courting one two three

Pray, would you tell me who is she

Ah spring on

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

And the snow come a-tumbling 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 till she comes home

Let them all come as they will

For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell me ma when I go home

The boys won’t leave the girls alone

They pull my hair, they stole my comb

But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is a-courting one two three

Pray, would you tell me who is she

Tell me ma when I go home

The boys won’t leave the girls alone

They pull my hair, they stole my comb

But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is a-courting one two three

Pray, would you tell me who is she

Tell me ma when I go home

The boys won’t leave the girls alone

They pull my hair, they stole my comb

But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is a-courting one two three

Pray, would you tell me who is she

Would you tell me, would you tell me

Would you tell me who is she

Would you tell me, would you tell me

Would you tell me who is she

Would you tell me, would you tell me

Would you tell me who is she

Would you tell me, would you tell me