Текст песни The Rare Old Times - The Dubliners
                                                Dublin 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                rare 
                                                old 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                Based 
                                                on 
                                                songs 
                                                and 
                                                stories, 
                                                heroes 
                                                of 
                                                renown. 
                                                Are 
                                                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 
                                                Old 
                                                Times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ring 
                                                a-ring 
                                                a-Rosie, 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                declines, 
                                                I
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remember 
                                                Dublin 
                                                city 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rare 
                                                oul' 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                name 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                Sean 
                                                Dempsey, 
                                                as 
                                                Dublin 
                                                as 
                                                can 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Born 
                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                late 
                                                in 
                                                Pimlico, 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                house 
                                                that 
                                                ceased 
                                                to 
                                                be.
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                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 
                                                plese,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                years 
                                                have 
                                                made 
                                                me 
                                                bitter, 
                                                tha 
                                                gargle 
                                                dims 
                                                my 
                                                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 
                                                great 
                                                unyielding 
                                                concrete, 
                                                makes 
                                                    a 
                                                city 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                town.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fare 
                                                thee 
                                                fell 
                                                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, 
                                                too 
                                                old 
                                                to 
                                                hear 
                                                new 
                                                chimes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                what 
                                                was 
                                                Dublin, 
                                                in 
                                                The 
                                                Rare 
                                                Old 
                                                Times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus
 
                                    
                                
                            
                                Альбом
                                
Seven Drunken Nights                                
                                
                            
                        1 Down by the Glensides
2 Easy & Slow
3 The Downfall of Paris
4 Dainty Davy
5 The Lark in the Morning
6 The Rare Old Times
7 Weila Weila
8 Monto
9 Raglan Road
10 Matt Hyland
11 Song For Ireland
12 Galway Races
13 Avondale
14 James Larkin
15 Free the People
16 Peat Bog Soldiers
17 Take It Down From the Mast
18 Boulavogue
19 Drops of Brandy / Lady Carberry
20 Home Boys Home
21 Schooldays Over
22 Fiddler's Green
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