Willem Verkaik - I'll tell me Ma - текст песни (слова)

I'll tell me ma when I go home, 
 the boys won't leave the girls alone;
 they pull me hair, they stole me comb, 
 but that's allright till I go home.
  
 She is handsome, she is pretty, 
 she is the belle of Belfast city, 
 She is a courtin' one, two, three, 
 please won't you tell me who is she.
 
 Albert Mooney says he loves her, 
 all the boys are fighting for her;
 they rap at the door they ring the bell, 
 saying "Oh my true love are you well?"
 
 Out she comes as white as snow, 
 rings on her fingers, bells on her toes.
 Old Johnny Murray he says she'll die, 
 if she doesn't get the fellow wi' the rovin' eye.
 
 Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high 
 and the snow come travelling 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 
 but it's Albert Mooney she loves still.