Текст песни I'll Tell Me Ma - Patricks

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door, ring at the bell
And, "Oh, my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murphy says, "She will die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye"

I'll tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull me 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-courting one, two, three
Please, won't you tell me who is she?

I'll tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull me 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-courting 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 tumblin' from the sky
She's as sweet as an apple pie
She'll get her own man, by and by
When she gets a man 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!

I'll tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull me 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-courting one, two, three
Please, won't you tell me who is she?

I'll tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull me 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-courting one, two, three
Please, won't you tell me who is she?

I'll tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull me 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-courting one, two, three
Please, won't you tell me who is she?