Tell me Ma,

when I go home

the boys won't leave

the girls alone

They pull my hair,

they stole my comb

but that's all right

till I go home

She is handsome,

she is pretty.

She's the belle of

Belfast city

She is courting,

one, two, three

Pray, would you tell me

who is she?

Tell me Ma,

when I go home

the boys won't leave

the girls alone

They pull my hair,

they stole my comb

but that's all right

till I go home

She is handsome,

she is pretty.

She's the belle of

Belfast city

She is courting,

one, two, three

Pray, would you tell me

who is she?

Albert Mooney says

he loves her.

All the boys are

fighting for her

Come to the door

and they ring that bell

Oh, my true love,

are you well?

Out she comes,

as white as snow.

Rings on her fingers

and bells on her toes

Old Jenny Murray,

says she will die

If she doesn't get

the fellow with

the roving eye

Tell me Ma,

when I go home

the boys won't leave

the girls alone

They pull my hair,

they stole my comb

but that's all right

till I go home

She is handsome,

she is pretty.

She's the belle of

Belfast city

She is courting,

one, two, three

Pray, would you tell me

who is she?

Instrumental

Let the wind

and the rain

and the hail blow 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

man till she comes home

Let them all come

as they will

for it's Albert Mooney

she loves still

Tell me Ma,

when I go home

the boys won't leave

the girls alone

They pull my hair,

they stole my comb

but that's all right

till I go home

She is handsome,

she is pretty.

She's the belle of

Belfast city

She is courting,

one, two, three

Pray, would you tell me

who is she?

Instrumental

Let the wind

and the rain

and the hail blow 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

man till she comes home

Let them all come

as they will

for it's Albert Mooney

she loves still

Tell me Ma,

when I go home

the boys won't leave

the girls alone

They pull my hair,

they stole my comb

but that's all right

till I go home

She is handsome,

she is pretty.

She's the belle of

Belfast city

She is courting,

one, two, three

Pray, would you tell me

who is she?

Tell me Ma,

when I go home

the boys won't leave

the girls alone

They pull my hair,

they stole my comb

but that's all right

till I go home

She is handsome,

she is pretty.

She's the belle of

Belfast city

She is courting,

one, two, three

Pray, would you tell me

who is she?

Tell me Ma,

when I go home

the boys won't leave

the girls alone

They pull my hair,

they stole my comb

but that's all right

till I go home

She is handsome,

she is pretty.

She's the belle of

Belfast city

She is courting,

one, two, three

Pray, would you tell me

who is she?

Would you tell me,

would you tell me

would you tell me

who is she?

Would you tell me,

would you tell me

would you tell me

who is she?

Would you tell me,

would you tell me

would you tell me

who is she?