I'll Tell My Ma

Tommy Makem


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 all right till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty, she is the belle of Belfast City

She is a-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 on the door, they ring on the bell, say "Oh my true love are you well?"

Out she comes as white as snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes

Oul Johnny Murray says she'll die if she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye


Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high and the snow come tumblin' from the sky

She's as nice as apple pie and she'll get her own lad bye and bye

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