Flogging Molly – Rare Ould Times (Ukulele)

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Raised on songs and stor-ies, heroes of renown

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Ah, the passing tales and glor-ies that once was Dublin town

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The hallowed halls and hous-es, the haunting childrens' rhymes

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That once was part of Dublin in the rare ould times

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Ring a ring a ro-sey, as the light de-clines

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I re-member Dublin city in the rare ould times

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Well my name it is Sean Demp-sey, as Dublin as can be

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Born hard and late in Pimli-co, in a house that ceased to be

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By trade I was a coo-per, lost out to redundan-cy

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Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memo-ry

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And I courted Peggy Dig-nam, as pretty as you please

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A rogue and child of Ma-ry, from the rebel Liberties

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

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

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The years have made me bit-ter, the gargle dims me brain

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Cause Dublin keeps on chang-ing, and nothing seems the same

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

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

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Fare thee well sweet Anna Li-ffey, I can no longer stay

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And watch the new glass ca-ges, that spring up along the quay

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My mind's too full of memo-ries, too old to hear new chimes

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