If You Ever Go to Dublin Town Lyrics

If you ever go to Dublin town
In A hundred years or so
Inquire for in Baggot Street
And what is was like to know
O he was the queer one
Fol do did dil li do
He was a queer one
I tell you
My 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 do did dil li do
He was dangerous,
And I tell you
On Pembroke Road look out for my 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 do did dil li do
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 grandsires thought
And tell them to answer fair,
O he was eccentric,
Fol do did dil li do
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 malesl they disliked his air.
O he was a proud one,
Fol do did dil li do
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 perso-nality,
Is it Vanity's vapour now?
O he was a vain one,
Fol do did dil li do
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 potentiali-ty.
O he was slothful,
Fol do did dil li do
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 do did dil li do
O he was a lone one,
And I tell you
O he was a lone one,
Fol do did dil li do
Yet he lived happily
And I tell you