Tell Me Ma
Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pull my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome
She is pretty
She is the belle
Of Boston city
She's a-courting
One-two-three
Pray, won't you tell me
Who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her
And all the boys are fighting for her
Knock on the door, ring on the bell
Said hello, my true love, are you well
Out she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye
Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pull my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome
She is pretty
She is the belle
Of Boston city
She's a-courting
One-two-three
Pray, won't you tell me
Who is she
The wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow comes tumbling through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own right by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell mom when she gets 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
Pull my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome
She is pretty
She is the belle
Of Boston city
She's a-courting
One-two-three
Pray, won't you tell me
Who is she
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pull my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome
She is pretty
She is the belle
Of Boston city
She's a-courting
One-two-three
Pray, won't you tell me
Who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her
And all the boys are fighting for her
Knock on the door, ring on the bell
Said hello, my true love, are you well
Out she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye
Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pull my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome
She is pretty
She is the belle
Of Boston city
She's a-courting
One-two-three
Pray, won't you tell me
Who is she
The wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow comes tumbling through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own right by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell mom when she gets 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
Pull my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home
She is handsome
She is pretty
She is the belle
Of Boston city
She's a-courting
One-two-three
Pray, won't you tell me
Who is she
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Writer(s): Traditional, Tommy Scott
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