Tophouse I'll Tell Me Ma Lyrics

I'll tell me ma when I go home
The girls won't leave the boys alone
They pull my hair, then stole my comb
But that's all right till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can't you tell me, who is she?

[fiddle solo]

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and ring the bell
My true love, are you wеll?

Out she comes, white as snow
With rings on hеr fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

I'll tell me ma when I go home
The girls won't leave the boys alone
Pull my hair, and stole my comb
But that's all right till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can't you tell me, who is she?

[banjo solo]

Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high
And the snow come a-tumbling 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 line up as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The girls won't leave the boys alone
Pull my hair, and then stole my comb
But that's all right till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Please, can't you tell me, who is she?

[guitar solo]

Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high
And the snow come a-tumbling 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 line up as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still

I'll tell me ma when I go home
The girls won't leave the boys alone
Pull my hair, and then stole my comb
But that's all right till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Please, can't you tell me, who is she?

[fiddle solo]

I'll tell me ma when I go home
The girls won't leave the boys alone
Pull my hair, and then stole my comb
But that's all right till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Please, can't you tell me, who is she?