Young Folk - Tell Me Ma (Live Version)

I'll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled me hair, they stole me comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She's the Belle of Belfast city
She is a courting a 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
Knocking on her door and ringing on her bell
Saying oh, me true love, are you well
Out she comes, white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murphy says she'll die
If she doesn't get a fella with the roving eye

I'll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled me hair, they stole me comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She's the Belle of Belfast city
She is a courting a one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow comes a tumbling through the sky
She's as nice as an 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 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
They pulled me hair, they stole me comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She's the Belle of Belfast city
She is a courting a one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she

Written by:
Andrew Frechette, Thomas Frechette

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