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Tell Me Ma - ShamRock

MAIS UMA MÚSICA IRLANDESA:




A banda Sham Rock adaptou a tradicional música "Tell me Ma", e confesso, achei essa versão melhor que a original.

Se quiser acompanhar, a letra dela é:

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and they ring that bell
"Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Jimmy Murray says she will die
If she couldn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' 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 'till she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still


Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' 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 'till she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she

Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me who is she