Henrik Norbeck's Song Lyrics

I'll Tell Me Ma

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I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, and they steal my comb
But that's all right till I go home

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 he?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and ring the bell
Sayin', oh my true love, are you well?

Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

Let the wind and 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 lad by and by

When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

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