Текст песни Misc Traditional - Ill 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,
Well that's all right 'til I get 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 she?

[Verse 2}
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her.
They rap on the door, and they 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
Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving 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 man by and by
When she gets a man 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.