Lyrics:

Tell me Ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
That's alright till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
And all the boys are fightin' for her
They knock at the door and the ring at the bell
' 'Oh, my true love are you well?'
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes
Hell Jenny Murphy says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Let The wind and the rain and the hail blow high
Snow come shovelin' from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
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 goes home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't 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
That's alright till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
And all the boys are fightin' for her
They knock at the door and the ring at the bell
' 'Oh, my true love are you well?'
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes
Hell Jenny Murphy says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

The wind and the rain and the hail blow high
Snow come shovelin' from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
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 goes home
Let them all come as they will
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
That's alright till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?