The Tossers - Maidrin Rua / Tell Me Ma lyrics

I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they steal my comb But that's all right till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is courting one, two, three Pray, won't you tell me, who is he? Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fighting for her Knock at the door and ring the bell Singing 'my true love, are you well?' Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Our Jenny Murry says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye Let the wind and the snow and the hail blow high and a fog come tumbling through the sky She's as sweet 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 gets home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still