McGrath of Harlow

I don't hear anything in Dublin in the Rare Ould Times about a black immigrant being a menace to Irish womanhood.

I wondered whether to comment on this but I agree. I think Jack is rather missing the point of the song which is written from the point of view of someone who can't cope with change and progress. He says of himself -

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

We may be meant to sympathise but not empathise. Peggy Dignan has a more adventurous outlook. The "student chap with a skin as black as coal" is rather more interesting than Sean Demspey.