© 2001-2004| I'LL TELL ME MA I'll 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 alright till I go home. Chorus: She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast 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 knock at the door and ring at the bell Saying "Oh, my true love are you well?" Out she comes as white as snow, Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. Oul Jenny Murray says she'll die, If she don't get the fellow with the roving eye. Chorus |
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