I'll Tell Me Ma 
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Dubliners
and multiple other artists



I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls a-lone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb 
And that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She's the belle of Dublin city (or Belfast or Limerick or any other 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 fighting for her
They rap at the door and they ring at the bell
Saying, "Oh, my true love are you well"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murphy say's she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls a-lone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb 
And that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She's 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 
And the snow come shovelling 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 ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
But it's Albert Mooney she loves still

I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls a-lone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb 
And that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She's the belle of Dublin city