[INTRO]
[D] [A] [D]
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum.
[D]Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum.
[VERSE 1]
Hey! A [D]turbaned Turk who [G]scorns the world,
[A]may strut about with his [D]whiskers curled,
keep a [D]hundred wives under [G]lock and key,
for nob[A]ody else but him[D]self to see. Yet…
[CHORUS]
[Em]Long may he pray with his Al Koran,
be[A]fore he can love like an [D]Irishman.
[Em]Long may he pray with his Al Koran,
be[A]fore he can love like an [D]Irishman
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, [D]dum-a-dum
[VERSE 2]
The [D]gay monsieur, a [G]slave no more,
the [A]solemn Don and the [D]shocked Senor,
the [D]Dutch Mynheer, so [G]full of pride,
the [A]Russian, Prussian, [D]Swede beside.
[CHORUS]
They [Em]all may do whatever they can,
but they [A]never, never love like an [D]Irishman.
They [Em]all may do whatever they can,
but they [A]never, never love like an [D]Irishman.
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[VERSE 3]
Now, the [D]London folks them[G]selves beguile,
and [A]think they please in a [D]capital style.
But [D]let them ask as they [G]cross the street
of [A]any young girl that they [D]happen to meet. And …
[CHORUS]
I [Em]know she'll say from behind her fan,
"[A]Nobody loves like an [D]Irishman.”
I [Em]know she'll say from behind her fan,
"[A]Nobody loves like an [D]Irishman.”
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum.
[BREAK]
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[E] [A] [D] [Em] [A] [D]
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[VERSE 4]
So I [D]want you to know just how [Em]much I care,
and the [A]rest of my life with [D]you I'd share.
I [D]love your face, your [Em]hair, your smile,
it's [A]just as sure as I come from the [D]Emerald Isle
[CHORUS]
It [Em]must be clear to your lovely eye,
no [A]boy will love you [D]better than I.
It [Em]must be clear to your lovely eye,
no [A]boy will love you [D]better than I.
[OUTRO]
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum [A] [D]
[D] [A] [D]
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum.
[D]Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum.
[VERSE 1]
Hey! A [D]turbaned Turk who [G]scorns the world,
[A]may strut about with his [D]whiskers curled,
keep a [D]hundred wives under [G]lock and key,
for nob[A]ody else but him[D]self to see. Yet…
[CHORUS]
[Em]Long may he pray with his Al Koran,
be[A]fore he can love like an [D]Irishman.
[Em]Long may he pray with his Al Koran,
be[A]fore he can love like an [D]Irishman
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, [D]dum-a-dum
[VERSE 2]
The [D]gay monsieur, a [G]slave no more,
the [A]solemn Don and the [D]shocked Senor,
the [D]Dutch Mynheer, so [G]full of pride,
the [A]Russian, Prussian, [D]Swede beside.
[CHORUS]
They [Em]all may do whatever they can,
but they [A]never, never love like an [D]Irishman.
They [Em]all may do whatever they can,
but they [A]never, never love like an [D]Irishman.
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[VERSE 3]
Now, the [D]London folks them[G]selves beguile,
and [A]think they please in a [D]capital style.
But [D]let them ask as they [G]cross the street
of [A]any young girl that they [D]happen to meet. And …
[CHORUS]
I [Em]know she'll say from behind her fan,
"[A]Nobody loves like an [D]Irishman.”
I [Em]know she'll say from behind her fan,
"[A]Nobody loves like an [D]Irishman.”
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum.
[BREAK]
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[E] [A] [D] [Em] [A] [D]
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[VERSE 4]
So I [D]want you to know just how [Em]much I care,
and the [A]rest of my life with [D]you I'd share.
I [D]love your face, your [Em]hair, your smile,
it's [A]just as sure as I come from the [D]Emerald Isle
[CHORUS]
It [Em]must be clear to your lovely eye,
no [A]boy will love you [D]better than I.
It [Em]must be clear to your lovely eye,
no [A]boy will love you [D]better than I.
[OUTRO]
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum
[D]Dum-dum-a-[A]dimmy, dum-a-[D]dum [A] [D]
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