Maidrin Rua - 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 steal my comb

But that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Dublin city

She is courting one, two, three

Pray, 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

Singing 'my true love, are you well?'

Out she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes

Our Jenny Murry says she'll die

If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

Let the wind and the snow and the hail blow high

And a fog come tumbling through the sky

She's as sweet 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 gets home

Let them all come as they will

For it's Albert Mooney she loves still