DUBLINERS
(David McDonagh)

 
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 ould 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 be 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 Séan 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 the 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.