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Dublinia (medley with The Dubliners)

traditional (Rare 'oul times: Pete St. John)

 

Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And then it's down by Summerhill where the people stop and stare
She says it's nearly half past one And it's time I had another little one, ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly


Says my oul wan to your oul wan
Will you come to the Waxies Dargle
Says your oul wan to my oul wan
Sure I haven't got a farthin'
I went down to Monto Town to see uncle McArdle
But he wouldn't give me a half a crown
To go to the Waxies Dargle
What will you have? Will you have a pint?
I'll have a pint with you sir
And if one of you don't order soon
We'll be thrown out of the boozer


In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!!

A-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!


Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown
The passing tales and glories that once was Dublin Town
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting childrens rhymes
That once was Dublin City in the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey,
as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times


In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin,
Whack follol de rah !
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind,
when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin,
Whack follol de rah !


Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's
off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly