I'll Tell Me Ma CHORUS: I'll tell me Ma when I go home, The boys won't leave the girls alone. They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb,     But that's alright till I go home. She is handsome.  She is pretty. She is the belle of Belfast City. She is courtin' one, two, three. Oh, please won't you tell me, who is she? Now Albert Mooney say's he loves her. And all the boys are fighting for her. Knockin' on the door and ringin' on the bell, Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well?" Down she comes as white as snow, Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. Old Charlie Murphy says she'll die, If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye. CHORUS Let the wind and the rain and 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 comes home. Let them all come as they will. It's Albert Mooney she loves still. CHORUS