Nobody Loves Like an Irishman

Nobody loves, like An Irishman Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum Well! 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 Yet long may he pray, with his Al Koran Before he can love, like an Irishman Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum The gay monsieur, a slave no more The solemn Don and the shocked Señor The Dutch Mynheer, so full of pride The Russian, Prussian, Swede beside They all may do whatever they can They never, never love, like an Irishman They all may do, whatever they can They never, never love like an Irishman 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 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 did they say, from behind her fan Nobody loves, like an Irishman I know did they say, from behind her fan Nobody loves, like an Irishman Hey! Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum So I want you to know, how much I care For the rest of my life, with you, I'd share I love your face, your hair, your smile As sure as I come, from the Emerald Isle It must be clear to your lovely eye Nobody loves you, better than I It must be clear, to your lovely eye Nobody loves you, better than I Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum Dum-dum-a-dimmy, dum-a-dum