Nobody Loves Like an Irishman - Lonnie Donegan

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

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