paroles de chanson I'll Tell Me Ma - The Irish Rovers

Tell me ma, when I get home.
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
Pulled my hair, stole my comb.
That's all right when I get home.
She is handsome, she is pretty.
She is the Belle of Belfast City.
She is a courtin, one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her.
All the boys are fighting for her.
Rap at the door and ring on the bell.
Oh me true love are you well.
Out she comes as white as snow.
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Wee Jenny Murray says she'll die.
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
Tell me ma, when I get home.
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
Pulled my hair, stole my comb.
That's all right when I get home.
She is handsome, she is pretty.
She is the Belle of Belfast City.
She is a courtin, one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me who is she?
A-skipping she's the best of all.
She never slips, she never falls.
Double Dutch or Heel and Toe.
She's the one that steals the show.
When they all come out to play.
She's the one that leads the way.
And Albert Mooney's always there.
To see the girl with the golden hair.
Tell me ma, when I get home.
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
Pulled my hair, stole my comb.
That's all right when I get home.
She is handsome, she is pretty.
She is the Belle of Belfast City.
She is a 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 snow come tumbling from the sky.
She's as nice 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 well.
'Cause it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
Tell me ma, when I get home.
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
Pulled my hair, stole my comb.
That's all right when I get home.
She is handsome, she is pretty.
She is the Belle of Belfast City.
She is a courtin, one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Tell me ma, when I get home.
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
Pulled my hair, stole my comb.
That's all right when I get home.
She is handsome, she is pretty.
She is the Belle of Belfast City.
She is a courtin, one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me who is she?