Dublin

Dublin is a mighty fine place for so many reasons, you’ve got to go.

Dublin

I took a trip to the wildest place

Where no one could deceive me.

It was a place nearer hell

I knew you wouldn’t believe me.

The walls were bare wood dull

They felt they could make me free.

So I sold my soul with greatest ease

So I should never have to see.

The beer flowed and bubbled

Making us temporary blind.

And we danced once again.

To the sound of the pipes of Dublin.

As the beer stole my legs

To the sound of the pipes of Dublin.

We whirled and flew

To the holy few

To the holy pipes of Dublin.

Behan and Joyce, Mangan,

MacGowan and Yeats.

Washed in history

Driven by the free.

Forever happily tormented

By the holy pipes of Dublin.

The holy pipes of Dublin.

The holy pipes of Dublin.

Behan Statue and Mural. 

Poets Corner Dublin.