A E 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 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 A E A 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 A E A 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