Songs From The 32 Counties Of Ireland No. 8 County Dublin This video is purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit. I give full credit to the artist and to the owners of the song used in this video.
I loved this song as a child listening to my Mother explaining the places he sings about that are all gone but it's only now it really resonates with me thinking back on everything that's disappeared over my lifetime, very moving listening now😢❤
I remember hearing this song (this version) being played on the Arsenal bus while returning from Wembley to their hotel after beating Man Utd in the FA Cup Final in 1979. I wasn't on the bus - it was in the days when the BBC would milk FA cup final day for all it was worth for a good 7 hours. I'm a plastic paddy and lived in London. That summer I went on holiday to Ireland and everyone was singing it and every radio station playing it. Aaah I'd love to go back to that time for just a day. Rest in Peace Danny Doyle.
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 around the 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 Ring around the 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 Metropole and Pillar are gone, the Royal long since pulled down As the grey unyielding concrete makes a city of my Town. Ring around the 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 around the Rosie as the lights declines, I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times. I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.
