Текст песни I'll Tell Me Ma (Live) - The Dubliners
                                                I'll 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                ma, 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                boys 
                                                won't 
                                                leave 
                                                the 
                                                girls 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pulled 
                                                me 
                                                hair, 
                                                stolen 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pray, 
                                                can 
                                                you 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                who 
                                                is 
                                                she?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Albert 
                                                Mooney 
                                                says 
                                                he 
                                                loves 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                are 
                                                fightin' 
                                                for 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knock 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                door, 
                                                they're 
                                                ringin' 
                                                the 
                                                bell
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Hello, 
                                                my 
                                                true 
                                                love 
                                                are 
                                                you 
                                                well?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                she 
                                                comes 
                                                white 
                                                as 
                                                snow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rings 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                fingers, 
                                                bells 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                toes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ol' 
                                                Jenny 
                                                Murray 
                                                says 
                                                she'll 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                she 
                                                doesn't 
                                                get 
                                                the 
                                                fellow 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                roving 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                hail 
                                                blow 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                snow 
                                                come 
                                                travelin' 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                as 
                                                sweet 
                                                as 
                                                apple 
                                                pie
 
                                    
                                
                                                She'll 
                                                get 
                                                her 
                                                own 
                                                right 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                ma, 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                boys 
                                                won't 
                                                leave 
                                                the 
                                                girls 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pulled 
                                                me 
                                                hair, 
                                                stolen 
                                                me 
                                                comb
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                that's 
                                                alright 
                                                till 
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                handsome, 
                                                she 
                                                is 
                                                pretty
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                belle 
                                                of 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                a-courting 
                                                one, 
                                                two, 
                                                three
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pray, 
                                                can 
                                                you 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                who 
                                                is 
                                                she?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Albert 
                                                Mooney 
                                                says 
                                                he 
                                                loves 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                are 
                                                fightin' 
                                                for 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knock 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                door, 
                                                they're 
                                                ringin' 
                                                the 
                                                bell
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Hello, 
                                                me 
                                                true 
                                                love 
                                                are 
                                                you 
                                                well?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                she 
                                                comes 
                                                white 
                                                as 
                                                snow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rings 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                fingers, 
                                                bells 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                toes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ol' 
                                                Jenny 
                                                Murray 
                                                says 
                                                she'll 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                she 
                                                doesn't 
                                                get 
                                                the 
                                                fellow 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                roving 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                hail 
                                                blow 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                snow 
                                                come 
                                                travellin' 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                as 
                                                sweet 
                                                as 
                                                apple 
                                                pie
 
                                    
                                
                                                She'll 
                                                get 
                                                her 
                                                own 
                                                right 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                handsome, 
                                                she 
                                                is 
                                                pretty
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                belle 
                                                of 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                a-courting 
                                                one, 
                                                two, 
                                                three
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pray, 
                                                can 
                                                you 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                who 
                                                is 
                                                she?
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Finnegans Wake - Live
2 The Rocky Road to Dublin (Live)
3 All for Me Grog (Live)
4 I'll Tell Me Ma (Live)
5 Paddy on the Railway (Live)
6 The Leaving of Liverpool (Live)
7 Whiskey in the Jar (Live)
8 Dirty Old Town (Live)
9 The Dublin Minstrel
10 When the Boys Come Rolling Home (Live)
11 The Pool Song
12 The Pool Song (Live)
13 The Spanish Lady (Live)
14 The Foxrock Hornpipe / Ostinelli's Hornpipe
15 The Belfast Hornpipe / the Swallow's Tail
16 The Fermoy Lassies / Sporting Paddy
17 Luke's 21st Anniversary Poem
18 The Maid Behind the Bar / the Boyne Hunt / the Shaskeen / the High Reel
19 When the Boys Come Rolling Home
20 The Three Sea Captains / the Mullingar Races
21 The Marino Waltz
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