Traditional Irish - Ill tell me ma

I'll t^Fell me ma when I get home, the b^Goys won't leave the ^Fgirls alone, T^Fhey Pulled me hair, they stole me comb but^G that's all right ti^Fll I go home. Sh^Fe is handsome, s^Fhe is pretty s^Fhe's the Belle of Be^Glfast city, Sh^Fe is a courtin' a ^Fone two three, Pl^Gease won't you tell me w^Fho is she?

Albert^F Mooney says he loves her, all t^Ghe boys are fightin'^F for her, K^Fnock at the door, ring at the bell, and &q^Guot;Oh, me true love^F, are you well?" Ou^Ft she comes, whi^Fte as snow, ri^Fngs on her fingers, ^Gbells on her toes Ou^Fld Johny Morrissey^F says she'll die, i^Gf she doesn't get a fella with the r^Foving eye.

Let th^Fe wind and the rain and the hail blow high, a^Gnd the snow comes a t^Fravelin' through the sky, S^Fhe's as sweet as an apple pie, she'l^Gl get her own lad by^F and by, W^Fhen she gets a l^Fad of her own, sh^Fe won't tell her ma w^Ghen she gets home. L^Fet them all come a^Fs they will, It's^G Albert Mooney s^Fhe loves still.