Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If Ever You Go to Dublin Town, artist - Ronnie Drew. Album song The Humour Is On Me Now, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 02.03.1999
Record label: Dolphin
Song language: English
If Ever You Go to Dublin Town |
If you ever go to Dublin town |
In a hundred years or so |
Inquire for me in Baggot street |
And what I was like to know |
O he was the queer one |
Fol dol the di do |
He was a queer one |
And I tell you |
My great-grandmother knew him well, |
He asked her to come and call |
On him in his flat and she giggled at the thought |
Of a young girl’s lovely fall. |
O he was dangerous, |
Fol dol the di do, |
He was dangerous, |
And I tell you |
On Pembroke Road look out for me ghost, |
Dishevelled with shoes untied, |
Playing through the railings with little children |
Whose children have long since died. |
O he was a nice man, |
Fol do the di do, |
He was a nice man |
And I tell you |
Go into a pub and listen well |
If my voice still echoes there, |
Ask the men what their grandsires thought |
And tell them to answer fair, |
O he was eccentric, |
Fol do the di do, |
He was eccentric |
And I tell you |
He had the knack of making men feel |
As small as they really were |
Which meant as great as God had made them |
But as males they disliked his air. |
O he was a proud one, |
Fol do the di do, |
He was a proud one |
And I tell you |
If ever you go to Dublin town |
In a hundred years or so |
Sniff for my personality, |
Is it Vanity’s vapour now? |
O he was a vain one, |
Fol dol the di do, |
He was a vain one |
And I tell you |
I saw his name with a hundred more |
In a book in the library, |
It said he had never fully achieved |
His potentiality. |
O he was slothful, |
Fol do the di do, |
He was slothful |
And I tell you |
He knew that posterity had no use |
For anything but the soul, |
The lines that speak the passionate heart, |
The spirit that lives alone. |
O he was a lone one, |
Fol do the di do |
O he was a lone one, |
And I tell you |
O he was a lone one, |
Fol do the di do |
Yet he lived happily |
And I tell you. |