The Dubliners – If You Ever Go To Dublin Town (Guitar)

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In A hundred years or so

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Inquire for in Baggot Street

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And what is was like to know

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O he was the queer one  

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Fol do did dil li do

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He was a queer one               

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I tell you

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My great-grandmother knew him well,

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He asked her to come and call On him in his 

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flat and she giggled at the thought

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Of a young girl's lovely fall.

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O he was dangerous,

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Fol do did dil li do

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He was dangerous,

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And I tell you

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On Pembroke Road look out for my ghost,

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Dishevelled with shoes untied,

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Playing through the railings with little children

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Whose children have long since died.

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O he was a nice man,

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Fol do did dil li do

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He was a nice man

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And I tell you 

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Go into a pub and listen well

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If my voice still echoes there,

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Ask the men what their grandsires thought

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And tell them to answer fair,

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O he was eccentric,

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Fol do did dil li do

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He was eccentric

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And I tell you 

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He had the knack of making men feel

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As small as they really were

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Which meant as great as God had made them

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But as malesl they disliked his air.

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O he was a proud one,

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Fol do did dil li do

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He was a proud one

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And I tell you

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If ever you go to Dublin town

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In a hundred years or so

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Sniff for my perso-nality,

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Is it Vanity's vapour now?

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O he was a vain one,

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Fol do did dil li do

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He was a vain one

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And I tell you

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I saw his name with a hundred more

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In a book in the library,

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It said he had never fully achieved

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His potentiali-ty.

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O he was slothful,

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Fol do did dil li do

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He was slothful

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And I tell you  

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He knew that posterity had no use

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For anything but the soul,

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The lines that speak the passionate heart,

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The spirit that lives alone.

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O he was a lone one,

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Fol do did dil li do

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O he was a lone one,

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And I tell you

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O he was a lone one,

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Fol do did dil li do

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Yet he lived happily

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And I tell you