E5 E5 
 
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Who does not adore the sound 
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Of music in the names of towns 
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To build a city on such picturesque ground 
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That takes some sort of flair 
 

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We draw a line the ink is fear 
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You stay that side we'll stay here 
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Its far harder to keep it up 
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Than to tear it down 
 

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Does it take you back to the kind of world 
G5                        A5     
Hindsight calls the good old days? 
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Now that there's no room in an Einstien world 
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For simple cause and effect 
 

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Dub-----lin                Dub-----lin  
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Home    of       pretty Col-----lens 
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Dub-----lin                Dub-----lin 
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Nurse   of       such   bitter dreams 
 

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Behind the soft and peachy skin 
Where D.N.A. or God begin 
Where sub-Gaelic rot sets in 
With stories from your mother 
In myths and less exalted forms 
The heady cocktail glory is born 
You know it's not a bottled storm 
So why do you indulge it 
 
Dublin Dublin home of pretty Collens 
Dublin Dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams 
 
Em7 E 
Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high 
Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high 
Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high 
Thats what my mother told me