Dublin

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 Coleen's

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