Nobody Loves Like An Irishman Lyrics

Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum
Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum

Hey! A turbaned Turk who scorns the world
May strut about with his whiskers curled
Keep a hundred wives under lock and key
For nobody else but himself to see
Yet long must he pray with his Al Koran
Before he can love like an Irishman
Long may he pray with his Al Koran
Before he can love like an Irishman

Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum

The gay monsieur, a slave no more
The solemn Don and the shocked Senor
The Dutch Mynheer, so full of pride
The Russian, Prussian, Swede beside
They all may do whatever they can
But they never, never love like an Irishman
They all may do whatever they can
But they never, never love like an Irishman

Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum

Now the London folks themselves beguile
And think they please in a capital style But let them ask as they cross the street
Of any young girl that they happen to meet
And I know she'll say from behind her fan
Nobody loves like an Irishman
I know what she'll say from behind her fan
Nobody loves like an Irishman

He-ey! Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum

(Instrumental Break)

Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum

So I want you to know just how much I care
And the rest of my life with you I'd share
I love your face, your hair, your smile
It's just as sure as I come from the Emerald Isle
It must be clear to your lovely eye
No boy will love you better than I
It must be clear to your lovely eye
No boy will love you better than I

Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum
Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum
Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum
Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum

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