Flogging Molly - The Rare Old Times | Текст песни

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• The Rare Old Times

Raised on songs and stories,
Heroes of renowned,
The passing tails and glories
That once was Dublin town

The hallowed hall and houses,
The haunting children's rhymes
That once was part of Dublin
In the rare old times

CHORUS:
Ring-a-ring a-Rosie
When the light declines...
I remember Dublin city
In the rare old times

Oh, me name it is Sean Dempsey
As dublin as could be,
Born hard and late in Pimlico
In a house that seized to be,

By trade I was a cooper
Lost out to redundancy,
Like my house that fell to progress,
My trade to memory.

And I courted Peggy Diegnan
As pretty as you please -
A rogue and The Child of Mary
From the rebel liberties...

I lost her to a student chap
With skin as black as cole.
When he took her off to Birmingham,
She took away my soul.

CHORUS.

Oh, the years have made me bitter,
The gurgle dims me brain,
'cause Dublin keeps on changin'
And nothing seems the same.

The Pillar and the Mat are gone,
The Royal long since pooled down,
As the grey unyeilding concrete
Makes the city of my town.

CHORUS.

Fare thee well, sweet Anna Liffy,
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 a part of what was Dublin
In the rare old times.

CHORUS