The Rare Oul' Times

Based on Songs and Stories,
Heroes of reknown.
Are the passing Tales and Glories,
that once was Dublin Town.
The hallowed Halls and Houses,
the haunting Children´s Rhymes
That once was part of Dublin,
in the rare old Times.

Ring a Ring a Rosie, as the Light declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul´ Times

My Name it is Dean Dempsey,
as Dublin as can be
Bor hard and late in Pimlico,
in a House that ceased to be.
By Trade I was a Cooper,
lost out to Redundancy.
Like my House that fell to Progress,
my Trade´s a Memory.

And I courted Peggy Dignan,
as pretty as you please,
A rogue and Child og Mary,
from the rebel Liberties.
I lost her to a Student Chap,
with Skin as black as Coal.
When he took her off to Birmingham,
she took away my Soul.

Ring a Ring a Rosie, as the Light declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul´ Times

The Years have made me bitter,
the Gargle dims my Brain,
`Cause Dublin keeps on changing,
af nothing seems the same.
-the Pillar and the Met, have gone,
the Royal long since pulled down,
As the great unielding Concrete,
makes a City of my Town

Ring a Ring a Rosie, as the Light declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul´ Times

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey,
I can no longer stay,
And watc the new Glass Cages,
that spring up along the Quay.
My Mind´s too full os Memories,
Too old to hear new Chimes,
I´m Part of what was Dublin,
in the rare oul´ Times.

Ring a Ring a Rosie, as the Light declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul´ Times

Pete St. John