I'LL TELL MY MA
(Traditional, arranged by Lorenzo)

I'll tell my Ma when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled my hair stole my comb
But that's allright 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courtin' a one two three
Oh pray can you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney said he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock the door and ring the bell
Hello my true love are you well
Out she comes white as snow
Rings on her fingers bells on her toes
Old Johnny Morrissey said she will die
If she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow coming travelling through the sky
She is as sweet as an apple pie
And she won't get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad on her own
She won't tell her own ma when she gets home
Let them all come a they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still