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Dubliners

Genres: Folk

I'll Tell Me Ma Lyrics - 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 apprdle 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? 

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