Tell Me Ma

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please will you tell me who is she

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
Let the snow come tumblin' from 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 comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still