I’ll tell me ma!

Woohoo, it’s Saturday!  Here ’tis! Click Joan Jett for the song itself. the Rumjacks crank it up a wee bit more than the standard.

Hamish, more haggis than man xxx

I’LL TELL ME MA

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I’ll tell me ma when I get home, the boys won’t leave the girls alone,
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They Pulled me hair, they stole me comb but that’s all right till I go home.
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She is handsome, she is pretty she’s the Belle of Belfast city,
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She is a courtin’ a one two three, Please won’t you tell me who is she?

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Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fightin’ for her,
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Knock at the door, ring at the bell, and “Oh, me true love, are you well?”
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Out she comes, white as snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
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Ould Johny Morrissey says she’ll  die, if she doesn’t get a fella with the
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roving eye.

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Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high, and the snow comes a
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travelin’ through the sky,
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She’s as sweet as an apple pie, she’ll get her own lad by and by,
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When she gets a lad of her own, she won’t tell her ma when she gets home.
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Let them all come as they will, It’s Albert Mooney she loves still.