It took some time to get my hands on the record and some more days to work through the song. (It's longer than I remembered it.) Well, at last, here 'tis:

DUBLINERS
Songwriter: ??

CHORUS:
Oh Dublin, you're my city. I'm proud to call you mine,
Divided by the Liffey's greasy slime.
No matter who I love and woo at home or oversea,
My heart prefers those Dubliners like me.

Dublin men and women are the salt of all the earth,
Fiercely true and loyal to the town that gave them birth.
A Dublin man spends all his life making friends
With black porter each evening at eight,
When they sound his death knell, his last prayer is to dwell,
By St. James' Pearly Gate.

Dublin is to Dubliners a dear old dirty town.
It's getting dearer every year and hard to earn a pound.
And as for the Liffey, that gash through the city,
It's thicker than treacle or chalk.
It'll soon been so grim that instead of a swim,
They'll be holding the Liffey walk.

Thugs and drugs and muggings are the order of the day.
The headline yell, "We've gone to hell. It's time crime didn't pay."
The gangs and the police meet nightly on Foley Street,
Bleeding their way through the news.
It's become quite the scene. The new show on our screen
Will be Sean MacDermott Street Blues.

Even though we've troubles, we can always find a smile.
A Dub will wear a certain air. I think you'd call it style.
Those Guinness-streaked faces from Phoenix Park races
Cheer up the grey streets with their jibes.
Though most landmarks are gone, the rich pageant lives on
And Molly Malone still survives.


Cheers, Harald