Tipperary Girl Lyrics And Chords
About THe Song.
Ah now, this wee song is pure Irish courtin’ magic wrapped up in a melody. It’s the tale of a lad who spotted a girl from Tipp and was struck harder than a hurley ball in county finals.
He sees this beautiful cailín with hair like spun gold and eyes bluer than a Lough Derg mountain — and sure the poor divil never stood a chance. She floats by him, fresh as a daisy and sweet enough to ruin a dentist’s career, and suddenly he’s completely gone — smitten like a donkey at a carrot fair.
When they dance, she tosses him around the floor like she’s wringing out a bedsheet — and he’s loving every blessed dizzy second of it. She’s hopping around like a lamb in springtime while he’s clinging on for dear life, legs wobbling like a three-legged stool in a storm.
By the time he realises he’s fallen head over boots, his heart is playing more jigs and reels than a session band after payday. He twitches and flutters like a terrier with the itch, helpless as a priest at a poker game.
And yet, through all the adoration, there’s a sly Irish wisdom creeping in — a soft warning whispered like an old aunt at a wedding:
Mind yourself, boy — a Tipperary girl can lift you up to heaven one minute… and drop you faster than a puck of wind the next.
It’s a grand mix of romance, mischief, admiration, and a good whack of humble Irish humour — the kind of sentimental love-story you’d tell over pints while the lads shake their heads and say, “Ah sure, that’s love for ya.”
Ah now, this wee song is pure Irish courtin’ magic wrapped up in a melody. It’s the tale of a lad who spotted a girl from Tipp and was struck harder than a hurley ball in county finals.
He sees this beautiful cailín with hair like spun gold and eyes bluer than a Lough Derg mountain — and sure the poor divil never stood a chance. She floats by him, fresh as a daisy and sweet enough to ruin a dentist’s career, and suddenly he’s completely gone — smitten like a donkey at a carrot fair.
When they dance, she tosses him around the floor like she’s wringing out a bedsheet — and he’s loving every blessed dizzy second of it. She’s hopping around like a lamb in springtime while he’s clinging on for dear life, legs wobbling like a three-legged stool in a storm.
By the time he realises he’s fallen head over boots, his heart is playing more jigs and reels than a session band after payday. He twitches and flutters like a terrier with the itch, helpless as a priest at a poker game.
And yet, through all the adoration, there’s a sly Irish wisdom creeping in — a soft warning whispered like an old aunt at a wedding:
Mind yourself, boy — a Tipperary girl can lift you up to heaven one minute… and drop you faster than a puck of wind the next.
It’s a grand mix of romance, mischief, admiration, and a good whack of humble Irish humour — the kind of sentimental love-story you’d tell over pints while the lads shake their heads and say, “Ah sure, that’s love for ya.”
The sheet music for Tipperary Girl is in the ''Extra'' ebook here .
