I’ll Tell Me Ma


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“I’ll Tell Me Ma” is an Irish Drinking Song about Jenny Murray, the “Belle of Dublin City,” and Albert Mooney the young lad courting her. As with most Irish pub music, “I’ll Tell Me Ma” is upbeat and festive, but this particular song has a more wholesome story than others.

How do you know when a boy likes a girl? They pull her hair and steal her comb of course! Then what does the girl do? She says, “I’ll Tell Me Ma!” This playful exchange between boy and girl and the romance that develops over time makes this Irish drinking song a timeless classic that will liven any party!

Lyrics: I’ll Tell Me Ma – Irish Drinking Song

I’ll tell me ma
When I go home
The boys won’t leave
The girls alone
They pulled my hair
They stole my comb
But that’s alright
Til I go home

She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of dublin 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
They knock at the door
And they ring at the bell saying
“oh, my true love are you well”
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
Ol’ Jenny Murray says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye

She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of dublin city
She is courting one, two, three
Pray would you tell me who is she

Let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high
And the snow come falling from the sky
She’s as sweet as apple pie
She’l get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lot of her own
She won’t tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all say as they will
For Albert Mooney she loves still

She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of dublin city
She is courting one, two, three
Pray would you tell me who is she

I’ll tell me ma
When I go home
The boys won’t leave
The girls alone
They pulled my hair
They stole my comb
But that’s alright
Til I go home

She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin 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
They knock at the door
And they ring at the bell saying
“oh, my true love are you well”
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
Ol’ Jenny Murray says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high
And the snow come falling from the sky
She’s as sweet as apple pie
She’l get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lot of her own
She won’t tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all say as they will
For Albert Mooney she loves still

I’ll tell me ma
When I go home
The boys won’t leave
The girls alone
They pulled my hair
They stole my comb
But that’s alright
Til I go home

She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courting one, two, three
Pray would you tell me who is she

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