Tell My Ma

Traditional Scottish

 

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Tell my ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull my hair and they stole my comb

But that's alright 'till I go home

 

She is handsome, she is pretty

She's the bell 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 on the door and they ring the bell

Oh my true love are you well

 

Here she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes

Old Johnny Murray he says she’ll dieI

f she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye.

 

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Let the wind & the rain and the hail blow high

And the snow come tumbling from the sky

She's as nice as apple pie

She'll get her own boy by and by

 

If she gets a lad of her own

She won't tell her ma till she comes home

Let the boys stay as they will

For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

 

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