Lonnie Donegan - 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 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