If You Ever Go To Dublin Town / Off To California
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If ever you go to Dublin town in a hundred years or so
Inquire for me in Baggot street on what I was late to know
O he was the queer one fol the di dol day
He was a queer one and I tell you
The 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
O he was dangerous fol the di dol day
He was dangerous and I 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
O he was a nice man fol the di dol day
He was a nice man and I tell you
Go into a pub and listen well if my voice still echoes there
Ask the men what their grand sires thought and tell them to answer fair
O he was eccentric fol the di dol day
He was eccentric and I 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
O he was a proud one fol the di dol day
He was a proud one and I 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?
O he was a vain one fol the di dol day
He was a vain one and I tell you
I saw his name with a hundred more in a book in the library
It said he had never fully achieved his potentiality
O he was slothful fol the di dol day
He was slothful and I tell you
He knew that posterity had no use for anything but the soul
The lines that speak the passionate heart, the spirit that lives alone
O he was a lone one fol the di dol day
Yet he lives happily I tell you
Inquire for me in Baggot street on what I was late to know
O he was the queer one fol the di dol day
He was a queer one and I tell you
The 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
O he was dangerous fol the di dol day
He was dangerous and I 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
O he was a nice man fol the di dol day
He was a nice man and I tell you
Go into a pub and listen well if my voice still echoes there
Ask the men what their grand sires thought and tell them to answer fair
O he was eccentric fol the di dol day
He was eccentric and I 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
O he was a proud one fol the di dol day
He was a proud one and I 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?
O he was a vain one fol the di dol day
He was a vain one and I tell you
I saw his name with a hundred more in a book in the library
It said he had never fully achieved his potentiality
O he was slothful fol the di dol day
He was slothful and I tell you
He knew that posterity had no use for anything but the soul
The lines that speak the passionate heart, the spirit that lives alone
O he was a lone one fol the di dol day
Yet he lives happily I tell you