Lyric Context Universe
i'm a hundred thousand miles away
from grafton street and dublin bay
but there ain't no place i'd rather be than brooklyn
i'm a hundred thousand miles away
from grafton street and dublin bay
but there ain't no place i'd rather be than brooklyn
rattling o'er the bogs
and frightening all the dogs upon the rocky road to dublin
one
rattling o'er the bogs
and frightening all the dogs upon the rocky road to dublin
one
frightening all the dogs
on the rocky road to dublin. one
two
frightening all the dogs
on the rocky road to dublin. one
two
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dublin in the rain is mine
a pregnant city with a catholic mind
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dublin in the rain is mine
a pregnant city with a catholic mind
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a night in dublin
a night in cork
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a night in dublin
a night in cork
and the heirs are returning from their fruitless flight
dublin mumbles in the morning
yeah
and the heirs are returning from their fruitless flight
dublin mumbles in the morning
yeah
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as i went out through dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
who would i see but the spanish lady
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as i went out through dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
who would i see but the spanish lady
boyfriends soon
i hope they have health food in dublin
and strawberry apricot pie
boyfriends soon
i hope they have health food in dublin
and strawberry apricot pie
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when i lived in the city of dublin
it suited my face and my tears
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when i lived in the city of dublin
it suited my face and my tears
i would bring you ireland
the cool sweet of the dublin rain
if you would keep my heart for me
i would bring you ireland
the cool sweet of the dublin rain
if you would keep my heart for me
i don't know what's wrong with me
the clouds cover up the dublin sky
i don't know what's left of me
i don't know what's wrong with me
the clouds cover up the dublin sky
i don't know what's left of me
from the other feilds
east of dublin looks just like a watercolour. when the streets arrise upto meet the plain
nobody notices. and i miss your face more than anything in the world. and i miss your face more than anything in the world. whiskey for everybody
from the other feilds
east of dublin looks just like a watercolour. when the streets arrise upto meet the plain
nobody notices. and i miss your face more than anything in the world. and i miss your face more than anything in the world. whiskey for everybody
it's been so long since you've been
and that life you had in dublin
now ain't nothing but a dream
it's been so long since you've been
and that life you had in dublin
now ain't nothing but a dream
but she went and screwed some guy that she knew
and now i'm in dublin with a broken heart
oh
but she went and screwed some guy that she knew
and now i'm in dublin with a broken heart
oh
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in dublin city in 1914 the boss was rich and the poor were slaves
the women working and the children hungry then on came larkin like a mighty wave
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in dublin city in 1914 the boss was rich and the poor were slaves
the women working and the children hungry then on came larkin like a mighty wave
for to see i was really there. from bantry bay into derry quay
from galway to dublin town
no maid i've seen like the fair colleen
for to see i was really there. from bantry bay into derry quay
from galway to dublin town
no maid i've seen like the fair colleen
biddie grey and the rat catcher's daughter singing away at lanigan's ball
six long months i spent in dublin
six long months doing nothing at all
biddie grey and the rat catcher's daughter singing away at lanigan's ball
six long months i spent in dublin
six long months doing nothing at all
yes we do have other transport besides donkeys and carts
go to dublin day or night
and see for yourself there's not a bog in sight
yes we do have other transport besides donkeys and carts
go to dublin day or night
and see for yourself there's not a bog in sight
but there's panic on the streets of carlisle
dublin
dundee
but there's panic on the streets of carlisle
dublin
dundee
in the broad daylight of a summer's day
on the cork to dublin motorway
suddenly the singing birds
in the broad daylight of a summer's day
on the cork to dublin motorway
suddenly the singing birds