DUBLINERS

Oh Dublin you`re my city, I`m proud to call you mine
Divided by the Liffey`s greasy slime
No matter who I love and woo at home or oversea
My heart prefers those Dubliners like me

Dublin men and women are the salt of all the earth
Fiercely true and loyal to the town that gave them birth
A Dublin man spends all his life making friends,
With black porter each evening at eight
When they sound his death knell his last prayer is to dwell,
By St. James` Pearly gate

Dublin is to Dubliners a dear ould dirty town
It`s getting dearer every year and hard to earn a pound
And as for the Liffey that gash through the city,
It`s thicker than treacle or chalk
It`ll soon be so grim than instead of a swim,
They`ll be holding the Liffey walk

Thugs and drugs and muggings are the order of the day,
The headline yell ”We`ve gone to Hell it`s time crime didn`t pay”
The gangs and the police meet nightly on Foley street
Bleeding their way through the news
It`s become quite the scene the new show on our screen,
Will be Seán MacDermott Street blues

Even though we`ve troubles we can always find a smile
A Dub will wear a certain air I think you`d call it style
Those Guinness streaked faces from the Phoenix Park races
Cheer up the grey street with their jibes
Though most landmarks are gone the rich pagent lives on
And Molly Malone still survives