| lyric | 1. Based [Raised] on songs and stories, heroes of reknown.
Are the passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town.
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children’s rhymes.
That once was part of Dublin, in the rare old times.
Chorus:
RingaringaRosei,
as the light declines,
I remeber Dublin city
in the rare oul’ times.
2. My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be,
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be.
By trade I was acooper, lost out to redundancy:
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade’s a memory.
3. And Icourted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please,
A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties.
I lost her to astudent chap, with skin as black as coal.
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul.
4. The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims my brain,
’Cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same.
The Pillar and the Met. have gone, the Royal long since pulled down,
As the great unyielding concrete, makes acity of my town.
5. Fare thee well, sweet Anna Liffey, Ican no longer stay,
And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the Quay.
My mind’s too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes,
I’m part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times. |