Текст песни The Rare Auld Times - The Dubliners
                                                Ring 
                                                    a 
                                                ring 
                                                    a 
                                                rosie 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                lights 
                                                declines,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rare 
                                                oul 
                                                times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raised 
                                                on 
                                                songs 
                                                and 
                                                stories, 
                                                heroes 
                                                of 
                                                renown,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                passing 
                                                tales 
                                                and 
                                                glories, 
                                                that 
                                                once 
                                                was 
                                                Dublin 
                                                town,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                hallowed 
                                                halls 
                                                and 
                                                houses, 
                                                the 
                                                haunting 
                                                children's 
                                                rhymes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                once 
                                                was 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Rare 
                                                Oul 
                                                Times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ring 
                                                    a 
                                                ring 
                                                    a 
                                                rosie 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                lights 
                                                declines,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rare 
                                                oul 
                                                times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                name 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                Sean 
                                                Dempsey 
                                                as 
                                                Dublin 
                                                as 
                                                could 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Born 
                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                late 
                                                in 
                                                Pimlico 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                house 
                                                that 
                                                ceased 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                trade 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                cooper, 
                                                lost 
                                                out 
                                                to 
                                                redundancy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                my 
                                                house 
                                                that 
                                                fell 
                                                to 
                                                progress 
                                                my 
                                                trade's 
                                                    a 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                courted 
                                                Peggy 
                                                Dignan, 
                                                as 
                                                pretty 
                                                as 
                                                you 
                                                please,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                rogue 
                                                and 
                                                child 
                                                of 
                                                Mary, 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                rebel 
                                                liberties,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                lost 
                                                her 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                student 
                                                chap, 
                                                with 
                                                skin 
                                                as 
                                                black 
                                                as 
                                                coal,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                he 
                                                took 
                                                her 
                                                off 
                                                to 
                                                Birmingham, 
                                                she 
                                                took 
                                                away 
                                                my 
                                                soul.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ring 
                                                    a 
                                                ring 
                                                    a 
                                                rosie 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                lights 
                                                declines,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rare 
                                                oul 
                                                times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                years 
                                                have 
                                                made 
                                                me 
                                                bitter, 
                                                the 
                                                gargle 
                                                dims 
                                                me 
                                                brain
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                Dublin 
                                                keeps 
                                                on 
                                                changing 
                                                and 
                                                nothing 
                                                seems 
                                                the 
                                                same.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Pillar 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                Met 
                                                have 
                                                gone, 
                                                the 
                                                Royal 
                                                long 
                                                since 
                                                pulled 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                grey 
                                                unyielding 
                                                concrete 
                                                makes 
                                                    a 
                                                city 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                Town.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ring 
                                                    a 
                                                ring 
                                                    a 
                                                rosie 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                lights 
                                                declines,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rare 
                                                oul 
                                                times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fare 
                                                thee 
                                                well 
                                                sweet 
                                                Anna 
                                                Liffey, 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                no 
                                                longer 
                                                stay,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                watch 
                                                the 
                                                new 
                                                glass 
                                                cages, 
                                                that 
                                                spring 
                                                up 
                                                along 
                                                the 
                                                quay,
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                mind's 
                                                too 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                memories, 
                                                to 
                                                old 
                                                to 
                                                hear 
                                                new 
                                                chimes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                what 
                                                was 
                                                Dublin, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Rare 
                                                Oul 
                                                Times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ring 
                                                    a 
                                                ring 
                                                    a 
                                                rosie 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                lights 
                                                declines,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rare 
                                                oul 
                                                times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ring 
                                                    a 
                                                ring 
                                                    a 
                                                rosie 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                lights 
                                                declines,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rare 
                                                oul 
                                                times.
 
                                    
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