| I walk along the cobbled streets of Dublin in the rain
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| The Man selling papers, I ask him if he’s heard her name
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| Notorious are the stories, you have to meet the girls
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| If you ask a sailor, they’re known around the world
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| You can meet them on the corner
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| They are the Moore Street girls
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| This is the street their world
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| Their seducing smiles are nothing you’ll ever know
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| They will allure you, they’ll put you in a trance
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| Before you know it you’ll be tapping the street
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| Doin' an Irish dance, hey!
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| It’s said they have the power to sell a map to a salmon
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| The tourist from the desert goes home with a bucket of Sandymount sand
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| Fresh fruit and veggies smelly fish they have them all
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| Their sad and hardened faces still they smile and have a ball
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| They’ll make you buy your dog a dozen roses
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| They are the Moore Street girls
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| This is the street their world
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| Their seducing smiles are nothing you’ll ever know
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| They will allure you, they’ll put you in a trance
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| Before you know it you’ll be tapping the street
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| Doin' an Irish dance, hey!
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| Where have all the girls all gone?
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| We used to love them used to listen to their dirty Dublin songs
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| Where have all the girls all gone?
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| They can be grumpy still we love them
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| Oh what a shame
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| I stopped and talked to Rosie, I asked her would she sing me a song
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| She turned to me with angry eyes, I ask her, «Rosie what is wrong?»
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| The foreigners in the market, the vermin of the world
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| With all their ugly faces from lands you’ve never heard
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| Oh what a shame you’ll never know them
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| Oh what a shame you’ll never know them |