I really like singing this song:

And the future is as big and as wide as Dublin Bay
With the foghorn cuttin' like the scythe amoung the hay
And the months will pass you by, 'till the break of newyear's day
And the Lough will leave it's mark upon your mind.

The trouble I'm having with it is chiefly this; in a book by an Irish scholar that I found in my local library, he spoke open disparagement towards the song. For him, it was just not 'authentic', and he thought it was an impostor, obviously written quite recently, and therefore,... schlock.

Anyone out there like it too? I'd love to sing it again, but the old boy really took the wind out o me 'Dublin Bay' sails...ttr