Tell My Ma...

We are singing this song in Choir, called "Tell My Ma." Its an Irish folksong about a girl and all the boys want her, and would die if they dont have her. The song goes like this:

I'll tell my 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 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
They knock at the door and they 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
Miss Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

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 when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Why is it that some girls tend to catch everyone's eye? They always seem to be in the spotlight: the center of attention, whereas there are good women, kind, gentle, strong, passionate, smart women who tend to get pushed aside for the other girl.

Take Jane Austen, for example. She writes some of the most iconic, romantic literature of our time, and yet, fails to make her own life one of the iconic romances of which she writes. She dies, single at 41, of Addison's Disease (or breast cancer, depending on your source). Maybe it was pride, or prejudice that did her in. The world may never know for sure.

But you know,

Its not all the blame can be placed on those lacking an x chromosome.

I have also noticed that many women throw themselves at one boy, leaving the rest of the male sex in the dark, even if they try hard to win the girl over. These girls want nothing to do with the good men that are pushed aside so the "fellow with the rovin' eye" can get a better look.

So what is left? a bunch of old maids throwing themselves at the handsome prince that may or may not whisk them away to some stereotypic "happily ever after", and thousands of boys chasing after this years prom queen or uber supermodel.

And when this war between the sexes is over, the refugees are good men and good women who lack the ability to stand in the limelight and will forever be banished to lonlieness. They just lack the courage and the stamina to head for each other, and find their own version of happiness.

I guess lonlieness is all our own fault, regardless of our sex.