Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell Me Ma, artist - Ireland's Finest. Album song Irish Music, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 18.02.2013
Record label: Cobra Entertainment
Song language: English
Tell Me Ma |
I’ll tell me ma, when I get home |
The boys won’t leave the girls alone they |
Pulled me hair, they stolen me comb |
But that’s alright, till I go home |
She is handsome, she is pretty |
She is the belle of Belfast 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 Belfast 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? |