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 go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one two three Pray, would you tell me who is she Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fighting for her Knock at the door and they ring that bell 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 will die If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye 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 go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one two three Pray, would you tell me who is she Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky She's as nice as apple pie And she'll get her own lad by and by When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma till she comes home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still 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 go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one two three Pray, would you tell me who is she Ah spring on Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky She's as nice as apple pie And she'll get her own lad by and by When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma till she comes home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still 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 go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one two three Pray, would you tell me who is she 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 go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one two three Pray, would you tell me who is she 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 go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is a-courting one two three Pray, would you tell me who is she Would you tell me, would you tell me Would you tell me who is she Would you tell me, would you tell me Would you tell me who is she Would you tell me, would you tell me Would you tell me who is she Would you tell me, would you tell meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
