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My Memories of Dublin

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I remember Dublin Town
When I walked down Eden Quay
And I listened to a tinker boy
As he sang a song for me

He sang so sweetly on his own
It brought a tear from my eye
He put so much feeling in his song
I could see the “Croppy Boy”

He finished off his first song
Followed by “The Rising of the Moon”
His eyes looked sad and lonely
As he sang that haunting tune

He bowed his head as he sang the song
And he shook his cap at me
I put some money in his cap
As his song flowed out so free

I enjoyed the songs he sang for me
But it was time for me to go
As I walked along O’Connell Street
I hummed those tunes real low

I headed off to Moore Street
To meet my mother there
The dealers called out the veg they sold
In their usual humorous air

Get your apples oranges and bananas
The best you’ve ever seen
Your cauliflower and brussels sprouts
You could serve them to a queen

We then went to meet me Da
In the snug in Madigan’s Bar
My mother drank some seven up
While our Guinness looked like tar

We didn’t stay there very long
As homeward we were bound
These are the things that I remember
When I lived near Dublin Town

Though my parents are dead and gone now
And I live far across the Irish Sea
I will never forget those happy days
As they meant so much to me

It’s funny to us old ones, although Dublin has change over the years we still keep the old version in our hearts.
I suppose it was simpler back then when we took our girlfriends to dances at the Metropole or Cleary’s Ballroom or maybe to the Crystal dance hall.
When we had friends visiting us from abroad we would have great pleasure in walking them all over town and showing them Moore Street so they could listen to the dealers with all their banter and to Grafton Street to show them how the other half live.
On the way back we would cross the Halfpenny Bridge and wander around by Hector Grey’s to see what bargains he had, then down to the Ace of Hearts for a well-deserved pint of the black stuff to revive us after all that walking.
Showing off all our landmarks made us proud to be Dubliners.

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  1. Tony Gorman says:

    A Dublin Man’s Nectar (Guinness) 25th June 2014 by/Tony Gorman

    I have wobbled away
    To the tune of black stout
    And I’ve stopped here and there
    To release its yeast out

    I have staggered the bars
    Talking a load of codswallop
    As I ordered quite clearly
    Another pint of that gollop

    It came black as night
    With a head oh so creamy
    And it left me all floppy
    And feeling quite dreamy

    And when I got home
    I slept like a log
    But some of my friends
    Said I snored like a hog

    But the truth of it all
    To get an absolute rest
    There’s nothing can do it
    Like a pint of the best

    Our bars in Dublin are known worldwide for their care in pulling a pint of our pure black nectar (Guinness).
    It’s one of Ireland’s exports that will always be savoured by people throughout the world and we should be proud of the fact that it all started in Dublin.
    St. James’s Gate was the birthplace of the black nectar (1725-1803) and Arthur Guinness the genius who gave us his magic portion.
    Even though there are about 60 countries brewing Guinness throughout the world they will never taste the same as our Irish brew.
    And even though I’m not supposed to drink too much of the black stuff because of its iron content I will still raise my glass to toast the man who gave us this wonderful drink.!!!!!!!!!!
    Here’s to our Arthur may he be having a pint of the black stuff with God as I speak

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