Lyrics Nobody Loves Like An Irishman - The Walkers

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