[Originally by Pete St. John]
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Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown
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The passing tales and glories that once was Dublin Town
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The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes
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That once was part of Dublin in the rare ould times
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Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
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I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
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Well, my name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
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Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
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By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
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Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory
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And I courted Peggy Dignam, as pretty as you please
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A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties
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I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal
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When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul
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Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
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I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
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The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain
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Cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same
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The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
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As the grey unyielding concrete, makes a city of my town
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Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
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I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
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Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
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And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay
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My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
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I'm part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times
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Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
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I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
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Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
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I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
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The Rare Ould Times
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| Flogging Molly |
