Who does not adore the sound Of music in the name of towns To build a city on such picturesque ground That takes some sort of flair
We draw a line the ink is fear You stay that side we'll stay here It's far harder to keep it up Than to tear it down
Does it take you back to the kind of world Hindsight calls the good old days ? Now that there's no room in an einstein world For simple cause and effect
Dublin dublin home of pretty coleens Dublin dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams
Behind the soft and peachy skin Where d.n.a. or God begin Where sub-gaelic rot sets in With stories from your mother In myths and less exalted forms The heady cocktail glory is born You know it's not a bottled storm So why do you indulge it ?
Dublin dublin home of pretty coleens Dublin dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams
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