The Dubliners - The rare old times

^CRaised on songs and ^Fstor^Cies, ^Amheroes of ren^Fown, the ^Cpassing tales and ^Fglor^Cies that ^Gonce was Dublin ^G7Town, The ^Challowed halls and ^Fhous^Ces, the ^Amhaunting children's r^Fhymes, that ^Conce was Dublin ^FCity ^Cin the ^G7rare old ^Ctimes.

^CRing a ring a ^Fros^Cy, ^Amas the light decl^Fines, I'll r^Cemember Dublin ^FCity, ^Cin the ^Grare old ^Ctimes.

^CMy name it is Sean D^Femps^Cey, a^Ams Dublin as c^Fan be, ^CBorn hard and late in P^Fimli^Cco, in a ^Ghouse that cease^G7d to be, ^CBy trade I was a c^Foope^Cr, lo^Amst out to red^Fundancy, Like ^Cmy house that fe^Fll to^C progre^G7ss, my tr^Cades a memory.

^CAnd I courted Peggy ^FDign^Can, a^Ams pretty as y^Fou please, ^CA rogue and child ^Fof M^Cary, from^G the rebel Liber^G7ties, ^CI lost her to a stud^Fent ^Cchap,^Am with skin as^F black as coal, When ^Che took her off ^Fto Bi^Crmingha^G7m, she to^Cok away my soul.

^CRing a ring a ^Fros^Cy, ^Amas the light decl^Fines, I'll r^Cemember Dublin ^FCity, ^Cin the ^Grare old ^Ctimes.

^CThe years have made ^Fme b^Citter^Am, the gargle ^Fdims my brain, ^C'Cause Dublin keep^Fs on^C changing^G, and nothing se^G7ems the sane. ^CThe Pillar and the M^Fet. ^Chave gone, th^Ame Royal long ^Fsince pulled down, As th^Ce grey unyieldin^Fg con^Ccrete m^G7akes a ci^Cty of my town.

^CRing a ring a ^Fros^Cy, ^Amas the light decl^Fines, I'll r^Cemember Dublin ^FCity, ^Cin the ^Grare old ^Ctimes.

^CFare thee well sweet^F Ann^Ca Lif^Amfey, I can no^F longer stay, ^CAnd watch the new ^Fglas^Cs cages t^Ghat spring up al^G7ong the Quay, ^CMy mind's too full o^Ff me^Cmorie^Ams, to old to ^Fhear new chimes, I'm p^Cart of what was ^FDubli^Cn, in t^G7he rare o^Cld times.

^CRing a ring a ^Fros^Cy, ^Amas the light decl^Fines, I'll r^Cemember Dublin ^FCity, ^Cin the ^Grare old ^Ctimes.

^CRing a ring a ^Fros^Cy, ^Amas the light decl^Fines, I'll r^Cemember Dublin ^FCity, ^Cin the ^Grare old ^Ctimes.