Текст песни I'll Tell My Ma - Tommy Makem

I'll tell me Ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till 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 fightin' for her
They knock on the door,
They ring on the bell, say "Oh my true love are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Oul Johnny Murray says she'll die if she
Doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow
High and the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie and she'll get her own lad bye and bye
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