The Young Dubliners - I'll Tell Me Ma lyrics

Tell me Ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they stole my comb That's alright till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is 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 And all the boys are fightin' for her They knock at the door and the ring at the bell ' "Oh, my true love are you well?" Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes Hell Jenny Murphy says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is courtin' one, two, three Please won't you tell me, who is she? Let The wind and the rain and the hail blow high Snow come shovelin' 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 them all come as they will It's Albert Mooney she loves still She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is courtin' one, two, three Please won't 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 That's alright till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is 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 And all the boys are fightin' for her They knock at the door and the ring at the bell ' "Oh, my true love are you well?" Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes Hell Jenny Murphy says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye The wind and the rain and the hail blow high Snow come shovelin' 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 them all come as they will 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 That's alright till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is courtin' one, two, three Please won't you tell me, who is she?