Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'll Tell Me Ma , by - The Irish Travelers. Release date: 24.02.2014
Song language: English
I'll Tell Me Ma |
| 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 go home |
| She is handsome, she is pretty |
| She is the belle of Belfast city |
| She is a-courting one two three |
| Pray, would you tell me who is she |
| Albert Mooney says he loves her |
| All the boys are fighting for her |
| Knock at the door and they ring that bell |
| Oh my true love, are you well |
| Out she comes as white as snow |
| Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes |
| Old Jenny Murray says she will die |
| If she doesn’t get the fella with the roving eye |
| 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 go home |
| She is handsome, she is pretty |
| She is the belle of Belfast city |
| She is a-courting one two three |
| Pray, would you tell me who is she |
| Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high |
| And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky |
| She’s as nice as apple pie |
| And she’ll get her own lad by and by |
| When she gets a lad of her own |
| She won’t tell her ma till she comes home |
| Let them all come as they will |
| For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still |
| 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 go home |
| She is handsome, she is pretty |
| She is the belle of Belfast city |
| She is a-courting one two three |
| Pray, would you tell me who is she |
| Ah spring on |
| Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high |
| And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky |
| She’s as nice as apple pie |
| And she’ll get her own lad by and by |
| When she gets a lad of her own |
| She won’t tell her ma till she comes home |
| Let them all come as they will |
| For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still |
| 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 go home |
| She is handsome, she is pretty |
| She is the belle of Belfast city |
| She is a-courting one two three |
| Pray, would you tell me who is she |
| 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 go home |
| She is handsome, she is pretty |
| She is the belle of Belfast city |
| She is a-courting one two three |
| Pray, would you tell me who is she |
| 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 go home |
| She is handsome, she is pretty |
| She is the belle of Belfast city |
| She is a-courting one two three |
| Pray, would you tell me who is she |
| Would you tell me, would you tell me |
| Would you tell me who is she |
| Would you tell me, would you tell me |
| Would you tell me who is she |
| Would you tell me, would you tell me |
| Would you tell me who is she |
| Would you tell me, would you tell me |