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Dubaldo Marie Claire - I'll 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
 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
 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
 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 byDubaldo Marie Claire - I'll Tell Me Ma - http://motolyrics.com/dubaldo-marie-claire/ill-tell-me-ma-lyrics.html
 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 get home 
 The boys won't leave 
 The girls alone
 They pulled my hair
 They broke my comb 
 But that's alright 
 Til I get 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
 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













