From bda9a007400208501f63d295affb2f1bbdc6ae4c Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "benoit.darroux@gmail.com" Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2011 16:43:38 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] =?UTF-8?q?[Beno=C3=AEt]=20oh=20yeah=20!?= MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit --- songs/Traditional/Rare_Old_Times.sg | 61 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 61 insertions(+) diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Rare_Old_Times.sg b/songs/Traditional/Rare_Old_Times.sg index 9022977..8601d6d 100644 --- a/songs/Traditional/Rare_Old_Times.sg +++ b/songs/Traditional/Rare_Old_Times.sg @@ -2,5 +2,66 @@ \songcolumns{2} \beginsong{Rare Old Times}[by=Traditional] +\beginverse +\[Sol]Raised on songs &\[Do] stor\[Sol]ies +\[Mim]Heroes of re\[Do]nown +The\[Sol] passing tales &\[Do] glor\[Sol]ies +That once was Dublin\[Ré] Town +The\[Sol] hallowed halls and\[Do] hous\[Sol]es +The\[Mim] haunting children's\[Do] rhymes +That\[Sol] once was Dublin\[Do] Ci\[Sol]ty +In the\[Ré] rare ould\[Sol] times. +\endverse + +\beginchorus +\[Sol]Ringa Ringa\[Do] Ros\[Sol]ey +As the\[Mim] light de\[Do]clines +I'll\[Sol] remember Dublin\[Do] Ci\[Sol]ty +In the\[Ré] rare ould \[Sol]Times. +\endchorus + +\beginverse +My name it is Sean Dempsey +As Dublin as could be +Born hard & late in Pimlico +In a house that ceased to be +My trade I was a cooper +Lost out to redundancy +Like my house that fell to progress +My trades a memory +\endverse + +\beginverse +I courted Peggy Digman +As pretty as you please. +A rage and child of Mary +from the rebel liberties +I lost her to a student chap +With skin as back as coal +When he took her off to Birmingham +She took away my soul. +\endverse + +\beginverse +The years have made me bitter +The gargle dims me brain +Cause Dublin keeps on changing +and Nothing seems the same. +The Pillar and the Met have gone +The Royal long since pulled down +As the grey unyielding concrete +Makes a city of my Town. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey +I can no longer stay +And watch me new glass cages that +Spring up along me Ouay +My mind's too full of memories +Too old to hear new chimes +l'm a part of what was Dublin +In the rare ould times. +\endverse \endsong \ No newline at end of file