Chords for The Dubliners - In The Rare Old Times

[D] [G] .
Raised on songs [C] and [G] stories, heroes of [Em] renown, [G] the passing tales [C] and [G] glories [D] that once [C] was [Bm] Dublin town.
[D] The [G].
hallowed halls [C] and [G] houses, the haunting [Em] children's rhymes, [G] that once was part [C] of Dublin [G] [D] in the rare [G] old times.
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Ring-a-ring [C]-a [G]-rosie, past the [Em] lighty times, I [G] remember Dublin [C] city [G] in [D] the rare [G] old times.
O me name it is [C] Sean [G] Dempsey, as Dublin [Em] as could be, born [G] hard and late [C] in [G] Pimlico, [D] in a house [C] that ceased [Bm] to be.
[D] By [G].
trade I was a [C] cooper, [G] lost out to [Em] redundancy, [G] like my house that fell [C] to [G] progress, my [D].
trades a [G] memory.
And I courted [C] Peggy [G] Dignan, as pretty [Bm] as [Em] you please, [G] a rogue and a child [C] of [G] Mary, from [D] the rebel [C] [Bm] liberties.
[D] I [G] lost her too, a [C] [G] student chap, with skin as black [Em] as coal, when he [G] took her off [C] to [G] Birmingham, [D] she took away [G] my soul.
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Ring-a [C]-ring-a [G]-rosie, past the [Em] lighty times, I [G] remember Dublin [C] city [G] in [D] the rare [G] old times.
O the years have made [C] me [G] bitter, [C] [G] the gargle [E] dims me [Em] brain, [G] cause Dublin keeps [C] on [G] changing, [D] and nothing [C] seems [Bm] the same.
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[G] The pillar [C] and the met have [G] gone, the royal long since pulled [Em] down, [G] as the grey [C] unyielding [G] concrete [D] makes the city of [G] my town.
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Ring-a-ring [C]-a [G]-rosie, past the [Em] lighty times, I [G] remember Dublin [C] city [G] in the [D].
rare [G] old times.
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Fare thee well, sweet Anne and [C] [G] Biffy, I can no longer [Em] stay, [G] and watch the new [C] glass [G] cages that [D] spring up along [Bm] the quay.
[D] My [G] mind's too [C] full of [G] memories, too old to hear [Em] new chime, I'm a [G] part of what [C] was Dublin [G] [D] in the rare [G] old times.
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Ring-a-ring [C]-a [G]-rosie, past the [Em] lighty times, I [G].
remember Dublin [C] city [G] in the [D].
rare [G] old times.
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Ring-a [C]-ring-a [G]-rosie, past the [Em] lighty times, I [G] remember Dublin [C] city [G] in [D] the rare old [G] times.
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[C] [G] .
[N] .
[Abm] [Ab] [G] .
Dublin is [N] still alive and kicking, and sure won't today be tomorrow's rare old times.
You see, it's the Dubliner that keeps Dublin in a class of its own, and no better place to find a real dub than in Mower Street.
The traders here have been passing on their styles from generation to generation.
The lovely and hard-working lessees will give you an earful of Dublinese, and are more than used to having the cameras come to visit.
And your lady's a queen, God bless her, [F] crafting [Eb] streets of [Gm] wonderland, there's magic in the air.
There's diamonds in your lady's eyes, and gold [D] dust in my hair.
And if [Db] you [Eb] don't