n[D] Dollymount Strand on a cold[A] winter's night
I put on the hand brake and[G] switched out the[A] light
I[D]
looked at me Mot and said,[A] "Aye, are you right?"
Meself and the[G] architect's[A] daugh[D]ter
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But the[D] sea, oh the sea, it[G] crept up on[D] me
And[A] the water was risin' up[G] quite rapid[A]ly
I
sez to[D] the mot [A]"Get your[D] hand off me knee.”
"Can't you[A] see we're[G] surrounded by[A] wa[D]ter.”
I switched on the ignition and put in gear
Could I get it movin', lads hold not a fear
Not if I was there for the
next bloody year
There was sand in the old carburetor
Chorus
With water the car soon filled to the brim
I sez to the Mot, "Dear, the chances are slim.”
"So love get them
off here, we'll both have to swin.”
So I let down the window and scampered
Chorus
So if ever you down to Dollymount Strand
Be sure that the tide's out and everything's grand
For a bird in the bush
is worth two in the hand
Regardless to what you are after
Chorus
