If Ever You Go to Dublin Town - Ronnie Drew

If you ever go to Dublin town

In a hundred years or so

Inquire for me in Baggot street

And what I was like to know

O he was the queer one

Fol dol the di do

He was a queer one

And 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 dol the di do,

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 do the di 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 the di 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 males they disliked his air.

O he was a proud one,

Fol do the di 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 personality,

Is it Vanity’s vapour now?

O he was a vain one,

Fol dol the di 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 potentiality.

O he was slothful,

Fol do the di 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 the di do

O he was a lone one,

And I tell you

O he was a lone one,

Fol do the di do

Yet he lived happily

And I tell you.