Intro: D  A   D  A  D 

#1 
D 
Oh, poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air. 
D           A7          D 
Toora loora loora loora loo! 
D 
On the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair, 
D           A7          D 
Toora loora loora loora loo! 
D        A7 
From his stand of stones and mortar 
A7 
He fell crashing through the quarter, 
A7                                         D 
Where once he stood so stiff and proud and rude. 
D                     G 
So let's sing our celebration, 
G  
It's a service to the nation. 
   D                A7            D 
So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo! 

#2: 
D 
Oh, fifty pounds of geliganite it sped him on his way, 
D           A7          D 
Toora loora loora loora loo! 
D 
And the lad that laid the charge, we're in debt to him today. 
D           A7          D 
Toora loora loora loora loo! 
D     A7 
In Trafalgar Square it might be fair 
A7 
To leave old Nelson standing there 
A7                                      D 
But no one tells the Irish what they'll view. 
D                  G 
So the Dublin Corporation 
G 
Can stop deliberation 
        D               A7                  D 
For the boys of Ireland showed them what to do! 

#3: 
D 
For a hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state 
D           A7          D 
Toora loora loora loora loo! 
D 
To mark old Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet, 
D           A7          D 
Toora loora loora loora loo! 
D        A7 
But one-thirty in the morning, 
A7 
Without a bit of warning, 
A7                              D 
Old Nelson took a powder and he blew! 
D                     G 
Now at last the Irish nation 
G 
Has Parnell in higher station 
     D                A7            D 
Than poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo! 

#4:  
D 
Oh the Russians and the Yanks, with lunar probes they play, 
D           A7          D 
Toora loora loora loora loo! 
D 
And I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway, 
D           A7          D 
Toora loora loora loora loo! 
D           A7 
But now the Irish join the race, 
A7 
We have an astronaut in space, 
A7                                  D 
Ireland, boys, is now a world power too! 
D                     G 
So let's sing our celebration, 
G 
It's a service to the nation. 
   D                A7            D 
So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo! 

Outro: (tin whistle plays Rule Brittania): 

D  G D  G D Em D A D  Em  D   G  D   A  D