As I came down through Dublin City, at the hour of twelve at night, Who should I spy, but a Spanish Lady Washing her feet by the candlelight First she
. Are the passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town. The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes. That once was Dublin
Make way for the Molly Maguires They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men Make way for the Molly Maguires You'll never see the likes of them
Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun And we must go a-marching at the beating of the drum Go dress yourself all in your best and come along
I met my love, By the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream, By the old canal. I kissed my girl, By the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. Clouds
In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty I once met a girl named sweet Molly Malone and she wheeled her wheel barrow through the streets
I danced in the morning when the world was young I danced in the moon, and the stars, and the sun I came down from Heaven and I danced on the Earth At
I've been a wild rover for many's the year and I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer. But now I'm returning with gold in great store and I never
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod You
I bang on the door but she won't let me in cuz you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin. lock all the doors from the front to the back and left me
When I was young and in my prime And could wander wild and free There was always a longing in my mind To follow the call of the sea Chorus: So,
Spoken: 'Twas in the year of 'thirty-nine when the sky was full of lead When Hitler was heading for Poland, and Paddy for Holyhead Come all you pincher
Dear sir I write this note to you to tell me of me plight, And at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight. Me body is all black and blue, me face
Dublin One, two, three, four, five. Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, whack follal le dah In Dublin next arrived
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods Weile, weile, waile; There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, Down by the river Saile
did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo. But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew. Right proudly high over Dublin
The Wind doth blow today my love, A few small drops the rain. Never have i had but one true love, In cold clay she is lain. I'll do as much for my true
As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced me pistol and I then produced