Who does not adore the sound

Of music in the name of towns

To build a city on such picturesque ground

That takes some sort of flair



We draw a line the ink is fear

You stay that side we'll stay here

It's far harder to keep it up

Than to tear it down



Does it take you back to the kind of world

Hindsight calls the good old days ?

Now that there's no room in an Einstein world

For simple cause and effect



Dublin Dublin home of pretty Coleens

Dublin Dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams



Behind the soft and peachy skin

Where D.N.A. or God begin

Where sub-Gaelic rot sets in

With stories from your mother

In myths and less exalted forms

The heady cocktail glory is born

You know it's not a bottled storm

So why do you indulge it ?



Dublin Dublin home of pretty Coleens

Dublin Dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams