| 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 childrens
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| Rhymes
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| That once was 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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| My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased
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| To be 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
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| Same
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| The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since
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| 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
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| Quay
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| My mind’s too full of memories, too old to hear new
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| 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 |