I'll Tell Me Ma
The Chieftains Lyrics


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 bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney say's he loves her.
All the boy's are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
Sayin' "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.

Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky,
She's as nice 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.

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 bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Lyrics © Edition JA, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: . DP, . TRADITIONAL, ALAN E BRANCH, DONAL LUNNY, KIERAN KIELY, SINEAD O'CONNOR, STEPHEN PATRICK WICKHAM

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Nisia Farronato

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 say's 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
Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice 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 comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
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 bell of Belfast City
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
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 bell of Belfast City
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?



Yasmin Helen McEwen

Happy St. Patrick's Day 🍀

~ in the later years
sometimes all the comfort of the soul can be found in the music from younger
happier days
far more hope filled days
days that held beginnings and
allowed for accomplishments
days that held no fear

& how the Irish drumbeat the Irish spoons played on the knee are like a whirlwind like a gale of ocean green fields cold sea air
and her heart as if recognizing the lost ones of her ancestry rises so to beat anew

and the dreamscape can arrive
the dreamscape can stampede its way thru the darkness
wild horses running thru the wet dark rainy streets of her mind
the despair the hopelessness of her
situation
the questions posed to God
what shall i do with these impossible
chances that lead me down and down and down
no answer
the only solace
he gives to her
the comfort of the dream

the little yellow dog is older now
so old
walking beside you and the light in your eyes still there so light & blue
we walk thru fields as you tell me your stories you tell me you understand my pain
we both know we are together and not alone in finding no solutions to the outrageous monster of racism that rages through this world wreaking still more and more havoc
Oh God how i Loved You!
how i was so certain i recognized that true person on the inside and that you saw me too!
my compass it must be broken because it just kep on pointin towards you
i tried to turn it away towards someone else anyone and it just kept on swingin back to you and you and you
now i dream of you like a spirit who walks me past the nightmares saying
there, there
you take on the spirit of my dog sending me large doses of love
tonight your little yellow dog is licking chicken flavored frosting from the container as we laugh and you saying
if an old dog can't have some Chicken then it's a terrible thing
there is so much comfort in your voice you tell me to walk away from the people who are treating me bad
just walk away
you were my regal Lion
you were my Irish King
i loved you like no other
and then the cold hard fact
that my dream was in reality
not your dream.
still the trees sing back to me their fables and hymns in the cool darkness they reach out their leaves and i go to them
i still see you with an old yellow dog on the cabin porch in the sunlight in the middle of a green forest
no matter where you are
my heart longs to be with you ~



Sean

+Marlene Leighton What's your problem

Someone so ignorant that she doesn't know what a question mark is used for.

Try using "?" when you are writing a question.

? is your friend.

? will help you when you communicate with others who have no way of otherwise knowing what you are blethering about.



All comments from YouTube:

TheSporehacker

Brings back great memories from me childhood.
My dad played this CD when we were travelling through Spain in 2001.

holly

My Dad played this album when we were travelling in Ireland appropriately lol. Lovely memories of him and holidays.

Craig De Remigis

I was 25 when I first heard this album. It had just came out. I was drunk as fuck.

Sheamus Walsh

TheSporehacker same with me my dad used to play this cd when i was growing up in Jacksonville Florida i was born in Ireland and so was my dax

Heather MacKinnon

"Irish Heartbeat" is one of my favourite albums of all time, and that's really saying something!

Rogue Riderhood

Had it on cassette, lent it to someone and never got it back! Sod!

The Maicky

I love this song, is one of my favorites.

lyonslaforet

Irish Heartbeat = Van Morrison's finest album of the eighties!

Mike Compton

@John Cook but he never once smiled lol

John Cook

@lyonslaforet, Or a chieftain album with more singing than usual. Otherwise your point is well taken. Maybe Paddy Maloney and company kept him in a good mood.

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