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        horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
                    D                        A
        You’re the finest lookin filly that I did ever see
                    D                              A
        You’re the onions in me burger you’re the sugar in me tea
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          So Horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me   


           A                              E            A  
        I saw her in the bar-room in the town of Kilshamuch
                 D                             A
        She was sittin at the counter knockin double vodkas back,
             D                            A
        She wore a low-cut geansai and a skirt above her knee
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         Says I, horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me   




             A                            E                   A
        Yes horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
                    D                        A
        You’re the finest lookin filly that I did ever see
                    D                              A
        You’re the onions in me burger you’re the sugar in me tea
           A                            E                   A
         So Horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me   


           A                                      E                 A
        I asked her what are you havin, well you shoulda heard her shout,
                   D                        A
        I’ll have another double vodka and another pint of stout,
               D                           A
        And a bag of cheese and onion and then I’ll have a pee
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        Says I, horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me   







               A                           E               A 
        There never was a woman who could better fill the blouse,
                    D                                 A        
        You should see her biceps bulging when she’s milking my oul cows,
                   D                            A                           
        She could shovel dung for Ireland, I’m sure you’d all agree,
           A                            E                   A
           So Horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me   




                      
                   A                              E            A
        Now we’re forty years together and we’re living on me farm,
                  D                         A                       
        And I’ll never have to worry about how she’ll keep me warm,
                   D                                 A
        She still wears the low-cut geansai and her skirt above her knee
            A                            E                   A
         So Horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me   



             A                      E or A
         So horse it into ya Cynthiaaaaaaaaaaaaa
                       E                        A
          For you’re a fine lookin woman  yeeeeahhhhhhh