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.