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Come on Eileen

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	C	Em
	Poor old Johny	Ray

	F
sounded	sad upon the radio

	C
he moved a	million hearts in mono

	C
	Our mothers cried

	F	C	G
and	sang along who'd blame them

	C
	You're grown,

	Em
	so grown,

	F	C	G
	now I must say more than ever

	C	Em	F
Say	Too-Ra-Loo-Ra	Too-Ra-Loo-Rye-	Aye

	C	G
And we can	sing just like our	fathers

		D
		Come on Eileen,

		F#m
	oh, I	swear well he means

		Em	G	A
	at this	moment you mean	every	thing

		D
		You in that dress

		F#m
	my	thoughts I confess

		Em
	verge on	dirty,

		G	A
	oh come	on	Eileen

	C	Em
	These people round	here

	F
wear beaten	down eyes sunk in smoke dried faces

	C	G
so	resigned to what their	fate is

	C	Em	C	G
But	not us,no,	not us we are far too young and clever

	C	Em	F
Go	Too-Ra-Loo-Ra	Too-Ra-Loo-Rye-	Aye

	C	G
Eileen I'll	hum this tune for	ever

	D
	Come on Eileen,

	F#m	Em
oh, I	swear well he means,ah, come	on let's take

	G	A
off	every	thing

	D	F#m	Em
	Pretty red dress	Eileen tell him yes, ah, come	on let's,ah,

	G	A
come	on	Eileen

	D	F#m	Em
	Pretty red dress	Eileen tell him yes, ah, come	on let's,ah,

	G	A
come	on	Eileen please.

	D	F#m	G	D	A
	Come on Eileen Taloora,	eh, come on Eileen Taloora

Now you have grown

now you have shown,oh, Eileen

come on Eileen, Eileen Taloora, eh, come on Eileen Taloora

	G
	Now I must say more than ever

	D	A
	things 'round here	change

	D	F#m	G	D	A
I say	Too-Ra-Loo-Ra	Too-Ra -Loo-Rye-	Aye

Come on Eileen,

oh, I swear well he means

at this moment you mean

everything

You in that dress

my thoughts I confess

verge on dirty, ah,

come on Eileen

Come on Eileen,

oh, I swear well he means

at this moment you mean

everything

You in that dress,

oh, my thoughts I confess,

well, they're dirty

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