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Tell My Ma

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Tell my ma when I get home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and 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 courtin’ one, two, three,
Please won’t you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin’ for her
Knock on the door and then ring the bell,
Oh my true love, are you well
Here she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes
Old Johnny, Mary 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,
She’ll get her own boy by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won’t tell her me til she comes home
Let the boys stay as they will
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still

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