Young Dubliners - Tell Me Ma lyrics

Tell me Ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone.

They pull my hair, and stole my comb,

That's alright till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Dublin city

She is courtin' one, two, three

Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her,

All the boys are fightin' for her.

They knock at the door and the ring at the bell

"Oh, my true love are you well?"

Out she comes as white as snow,

Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes.

Ol' Jenny Morrissey says she'll die,

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

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Dublin city.

She is courtin' one, two, three.

Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

Snow come shovelin' from the sky.

She's is sweet 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,

It's Albert Mooney she loves still.

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Dublin city.

She is courtin' one, two, three

Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Thanks to seamus gannon for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Loren Jeske for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Griffin Wood for correcting these lyrics