CHORUS: There's quare things in Dublin between Howth and Crumlin.
Down in Ringsend there's a five-legged cat,
A three-legged donkey, two-headed monkey.
There’s nothing so quare as this four-faced old clock.

There's a clock in old Dublin that stands on a steeple,
Proud and erect with four faces so tall.
While one of them says you are late, it's deceiving.
The other one says it’s a quarter before.
You run down the road and he grins as you hurry,
Then just round the corner you look up in surprise.
It's not quite the same as it was on the last street.
This bloody blackguard is telling me lies. CHORUS

There's a half-hour to spare. Now how will I kill it?
I'll nip up the road and nip in for a jar.
With the chimes of four bells, I look back in amazement.
His other side has gone past the hour.
There's a lesson in life to adopt and interpret.
It applies to all people regardless of race.
Don't put your trust or your faith in a person
If sometimes they seem to have more than one face. CHORUS

Hope this helps, It's on Belt of the Celts album TRL1003

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 6-May-02.