When I first ran across I’ll Tell Me Ma, it seemed to me to be a children’s song. It certainly talks about childlike behaviour, especially the teasing back and forth between boys and girls.
This teasing seems to ne to be the precursor to courtship. You don’t know how else to express your attraction or fondness for the object of your affections, so you pull her hair, and steal something from her.
Children are such interesting animals!
lyrics
Chorus:
I’ll tell me ma when I get home, the boys won’t leave the girls alone.
Pulled my hair, and stole my comb, but that’s all right ‘til I get home.
She is handsome, she is pretty, she is the belle of Belfast City.
She is courting, one, two, three. Please, won’t you tell me who is she?
Albert Moony says he loves her. All the boys are fightin’ for her.
They knock at the door and the ring at the bell, sayin’ “Oh, my true love, are ya well?”
Out she comes, as white as the snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Jenny Murray says she’ll die if she doesn’t get the fella with the rovin’ eye.
May the wind and the rain and the hail blow high and the snow come a tumblin’ from the sky.
She’s as nice as apple pie, and she’ll get her own lad bye and bye.
When she gets a lad of her own, she won’t tell her Ma when she goes home.
Let them all come as they will, it’s Albert Moony she loves still.