The Rare Ould

Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain Cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down As the grey unyielding concrete, makes a city of my town Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along decay My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes I'm part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times