Video Ill Tell Me Ma de Beltane 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Beltane - Ill Tell Me Ma Lyrics

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
Well, that's allright, 'till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She's the belle of Belfast City.
She's a courting, 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 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
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old John Murray says she'll dye
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
The snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice 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
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still!