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.
I’LL TELL MY MA