Ill Tell Me Ma

I'll tell me Ma when I go home 
The boys won't leave the girls alone. 
They pull my hair, they stole [bad word]  
But that's alright till I go home 

She is handsome, she is pretty 
She is the belle of *Belfast* city 
She is courtin' one, two, three 
Please won't you tell me, who is she? 

Albert Mooney says he loves her, 
All the boys are fightin' for her. 
They knock at the door and the ring at the bell 
Sayin' "Oh, my [bad word] love are you well?" 
Out [bad word] as white as snow, 
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes. 
*Ol*Jenny Murphy says she'll die, 
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye. 

She is handsome, she is pretty 
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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 
And the [bad word] tumblin' from the sky. 
She's as sweet 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 gets home. 
Let them [bad word] as they *will*, 
But it's Albert Mooney she loves still. 

She is handsome, she is pretty 
She is the belle of *Belfast* city. 
She is courtin' one, two, three 
Please won't you tell me, who is she?