I'll tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone;
They pulled my hair they stole my comb,
But that's alright till I go home.
She is handsome.... she is pretty,
She is the belle of Belfast city;
She is courtin'.... one-
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her;
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell,
Saying "Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes, ready to go
Rings on her fingers, 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 shovelling 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 when she gets home;
Let them all come as they will,
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
Sláinte in performance: Jeff Bremer (concertina/bass);
Lawson Dumbeck (guitar); Kent Hooper (whistles);
Jean Huskamp (mandolin); Anthea Lawrence (lead vocals/fiddle);
A trio of lively dances, with lyrics added for number two.
"Denis Murphy's Polka -
Recording issued with a Creative Commons Attribution licence (reuse allowed)
I’LL TELL MY MA