The Rare Oul Times - Jim McCann

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

My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased

To be By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy

Like my house that fell to progress, my trade’s a Memory

And I courted Peggy Dignam, as pretty as you please

A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties

I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as Coal

When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my Soul

Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines

I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times

The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain

Cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the

Same

The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since

Pulled down

As the grey unyielding concrete, makes a city of my Town

Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines

I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay

And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the

Quay

My mind’s too full of memories, too old to hear new

Chimes

I’m part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times

Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines

I remember 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