I'll Tell Me Ma - The Wiggles

I’ll tell me ma when I go home

The boys won’t leave the girls alone

They’ll pull my hair, they stole my comb

Well, that’s alright till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast City

She is courtin' one, two, three

Please won’t you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her

All the boy’s are fighting for her

They knock at the door and ring at the bell

Oh my true love, are you well?

Out she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

Ole Jenny Murray says she’ll die

If you don’t get the fella with the roving eye