Rend Collective - Tell Me Ma (Belfast City) Lyrics

Tell me, ma, when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull my hair, they stole my comb

Well, that's alright, 'til I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast City

She is a-courting one, two, three

Pray, won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her

All the boys are fighting for her

Knock at the door and they ring that bell

Oh, my true love, are you well?

Out she comes, as white as snow

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

Old Johnny Murray says, "She will die

If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye"

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky

She's as nice as apple pie

And she'll get her own lad, by and by

When she gets a lad of her own

She won't tell her ma, 'til she comes home

Let them all come, as they will

For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Belfast City it’s the only place to be

Belfast City it’s a place for you and me