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von The Dubliners

I'll 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 me comb
But that's alright 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin City
She is a courtin' one two three
Pray 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 they ring at the bell
Saying, 'Oh me true love, are you well?'
Out she comes, white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye

Let the wind nad the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow comes travellin' through 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 gets home
Let them all come, as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

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