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Fun fact: In some released versions of this song the outro is a verse of the song ``Believe Me, if All Those Endearing Young Charms'', written in 1808 by Irish poet Thomas Moore to a traditional Irish air, first printed in 1775. This part is sung a capella.
intro
| F C | F Bb | Bb F | C |
| C | Em | F | C G |
1.
C Em F
Poor  old Johnny Ra y,  sounded  sad  upon the radio 
C G
Moved a  mil lion hearts in  mo no 
C  Em
Our mothers  crie d, 
F C  G 
Sang  along, who’d blame them? 
2.
C
You ’re grown (You’re grown up!) 
Em
So  grown (So grown up!) 
F C 
Now  I must say more than ever 
G  C Em F
(Come on Eileen!)  Too  ra loo ra  too  ra loo rye  aye 
C G G 
And we can  sing  just like our  fath ers 
chorus
D A
Come  on Eileen, oh, I  swear  (Well, he means
Em G A
At this  mome nt, you mean  ever y thing 
D A
You  in that dress, my  thoughts  (I confess!) 
Em G A
Verge on  dirty,  ah come  on  Eil een 
link
| | | A | A |
| C | Em | F | C G |
3.
C Em
These  people ’round  here, 
F
Wear beaten- down  eyes sunk in smoke dried faces, 
C G
So re sig ned to what their  fate  is
4.
C
But  not  us (no never!) 
Em
No  not  us, (no never!) 
F C 
We  are far too young and clever 
G  C Em F
(Remember!)  Too  ra loo ra  too  ra loo rye  aye 
C G G 
Eileen, I’ll  hum  this tune for eve r 
chorus
D A
Come  on Eileen, oh, I  swea r (Well, he means
Em G A
Ah come  on  let’s, take off  eve ry thing 
D A
That  pret ty red dress,  Eileen  (Tell him yes!) 
Em G A
Ah come  on  let’s, oh come  on  Eileen 
D A
That  pret ty red dress,  Eileen  (Tell him yes!) 
N.C.
Ah come on let’s, ah come on Eileen,  pleas e
bridge
Half speed, getting gradually faster. Backing vocals sing part A, lead vocals sing part B. 
D  F#m  G
B: Now  you’ve grown, 
D  A
now you’ve shown, oh, Ei leen 
D
Come  on, Eileen, these things 
F#m
they are real, and I  know  how you feel. 
G  D 
Now I must say more than ever,
A
things round here have  chan ged 
D F#m G D  A 
Too  raa loo raa  too  raa loo ryeee  aye 
chorus
Repeat chorus 1until fade.
outro
Oh, believe me, if all those endearing young chums,
That I gaze on so firmly today,
Were to suddenly leave you, oh fly in the night
Just like fairy gifts gone in the sky