Nobody loves like an IrishmanHe never had a love like an IrishmanThey came on shore, a slave no moreThe solemn ***b and the soft seigneurThe Dutch mind here so full of prideThe Russian, Prussian, Swede besideThey all may do whatever they canThey'll never have a love like an IrishmanThey all may do whatever they canThey'll never have a love like an IrishmanNow the London folks themselves beguileAnd think they please in a capital styleYet let them ask as they cross the streetOf any young girl that they happen to meetAnd I know she'll say from behind her fanNobody loves like an IrishmanI know she'll say from behind her fanNobody loves like an IrishmanNobody loves like an IrishmanSo I want you to know just how much I careThe rest of my life with you I'd shareI love your face, your hair, your smileAs sure as I come from the Emerald IsleIt must be clear to your lovely eyeNo boy can love you better than IIt must be clear to your lovely eyeNobody loves like an IrishmanI love you better than I love youDumb *** da*** ba*** ba*** ba***Nobody loves like an IrishmanDumb *** da*** ba*** ba*** bagamNobody loves like an IrishmanDumb *** da*** ba*** ba*** bagamNobody loves like an IrishmanDumb *** da*** ba*** ba*** bagamNobody loves like an Irishmanyou