Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Quare Dublin Town
If ever you go to Dublin town
In a hundred years or so
Inquire for me in Baggot Street
And what I was like to know
He was a quare one, fol the diddle ay do
He was a quare one, and Ill tell you
Me great-grandmother knew him well
He asked her to come and call on him in his flat
And she giggled at the thought
Of a young girl's lovely fall
He was dangerous, fol the diddle ay do
He was dangerous, and Ill tell you
On Pembroke Road look out for me ghost
Dishevelled with shoes untied
Playing through the railings with little children
Whose children have long since died.
He was a nice man, fol the diddle ay do
He was a nice man, and Ill tell you
Go into a pub and listen well
If my voice still echoes there
Ask the men what their grandsires thought
And tell them to answer fair
He was eccentric, fol the diddle ay do
He was eccentric, and Ill tell you
He had the knack of making men feel
As small as they really were
Which meant as great as God had made them
But as males they disliked his air
He was a proud one, fol the diddle ay do
He was a proud one, and Ill tell you
If ever you go to Dublin town
In a hundred years or so
Sniff for my personality
Is it Vanity's vapour now?
He was a vain one, fol the diddle ay do
He was a vain one, and Ill tell you
I saw his name with a hundred more
In a book in the library
They said he had never fully achieved
His potentiality.
He was slothful, fol the diddle ay do
He was slothful, and Ill tell you
He knew posterity had no use
For anything but the soul
The lines that speak the passionate heart
The spirit that lives alone.
He was a lone one, fol the diddle ay do
He was a lone one, and Ill tell you
He was a lone one, fol the diddle ay do
Yet he lived happily
And Ill tell you
