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I´ll Tell Me MaI´ll tell me ma when I get homeThe boys won´t leave the girls aloneThey pull my hair, they steal my combBut that´s all right till I get homeShe is handsome, she is prettyShe is the belle of Belfast cityShe is courting one, two, threeHey, won´t you tell me, who is he?Albert Mooney says he loves herAll the boys are fighting for herKnock at the door and ring the bellHey, my true love, are you wellOut she comes as white as snowRings on her fingers, bells on her toesOur Jenny Murry says she´ll dieIf she doesn´t get the fellow with the roving eyeLet the wind and the rain and the hail go highSnow come tumbling from the skyShe´s as nice as apple pieShe´ll get a fellow by and byWhen she gtes a lad of her ownShe won´t tell her ma when she gets homeLet them all come as they willIt´s Albert Mooney she loves still Aus Songtexte Mania