I'll Tell Me Ma 歌词

I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb Well, that's allright, 'till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of Belfast City. She's a courting, one two three. Please, won't you tell me who is she!? Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fighting for her They knock at the door and they ring at the bell Saying, "Oh, my true love, are you well?" Out she comes, as white as snow Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Old John Murray says she'll dye If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye. Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high 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 goes home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still!