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Roud Folk Song Index #2649
after the Clancy Brothers version

    I'll Tell Me Ma

    by trad
    I’ll tell me ma when I get home
    The boys won’t leave the girls alone
    They pull my hair, they steal my comb
    But that’s all right till I get home

    She is handsome, she is pretty
    She is the belle of Belfast city
    She is courting one, two, three
    Hey, won’t you tell me, who is he?

    Albert Mooney says he loves her
    All the boys are fighting for her
    Knock at the door and ring the bell
    Hey, my true love, are you well

    Out she comes as white as snow
    Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
    Our Jenny Murry says she’ll die
    If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye

    Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high
    Snow come tumbling from the sky
    She’s as nice as apple pie
    She’ll get a fellow by and by

    When she gets a lad of her own
    She won’t tell her ma when she gets home
    Let them all come as they will
    It’s Albert Mooney she loves still