I’LL TELL MY MA

A song from Ireland, from the CD 'The Long Road Home'

Recorded at An Tobar, Tobermory, Isle of Mull, Scotland


Iain Thomson : vocals and guitar

Iain Thomson Band


Included here with kind permission from Iain Thomson.


I'll tell my ma when I go home

The girls won't leave the boys alone

Stole me hair, stole me comb

That's all right till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty

She's the belle of Belfast city

She's a courting one, two, three

Pray can you tell me who is she?


Albert Mooney still loved her

All the boys are fighting for her

Knock on the door, ring at the bell

`Oh my true love, are you well?`

Out she comes, white as snow

Rings on her fingers, bells on toes

Old Jenny Murray she says she'll die,

Hey with the fellow with the roving eye


Wind blows high, the wind blows low

Snow comes tumblin' through the sky

She's as sweet as apple pie

All on her own and by and by.

When she gets a lad of her own

She won't tell her ma till she gets home

Let them come as they will

It's Albert Mooney loves her still.

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