Chords for Luke Kelly: The Rare Auld Times

[C] _ _ _ [G] Ring [C] _ _ _
-a-ring [F]-a [C]-rosie, [Am] _
as the [F] light _ declines, [C] I remember [F] Dublin City [C] _ [G] in the _ [C] rare old times. _ _
_ _ _ Raised on [F] songs and [C] _ stories, heroes [Am] of _ renown.
[C] The past and [F] tales and _
[C] glories that [G] once was Dublin Town.
[C] The hallowed halls [F] and [C] houses, _ the haunting [Am] children's rhymes,
[C] that once was [Fm] Dublin City [C] in [G] the rare _ [C] old times.
_ Ring-a-ring [F]-a _
[C]-rosie, [Am] as [C] the light [F] _
declines, I [C] remember Dublin [F] City _
[C] in [G] the rare [C] old times.
_ _ _ _ My name it is [F] _ _ [C] Shundemcy, as Dublin as [Am] could be.
[C] Born hard and late [F] in [C] Pimlico, [G] in a house [B] that ceased [Em] to [Dm] be.
[C] By trade I was a cooper, lost out to [Am] redundancy.
_ Like [C] my house that fell [F] to _ [C] progress, [G] my trade's a [C] memory.
[F] _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ And I courted [F] Peggy _
[C] Dignan, as pretty as [Am] you please.
[C] A rogue and a [F] child of [C] Mary, from [G] the [B] rebel _ [G] liberties. _
_ [C] I lost her to [F] a [C] student chap, with skin as black [Am] as coal.
[C] When he took her off [F] to [C] Birmingham, [G] she took [C] away my soul.
_ Ring-a-ring [F]-a _
[C]-rosie, as the light [F] _
declines, I [C] remember Dublin [F] City _
[C] in [G] the rare [C] old times.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The years have [F] made me [C] bitter, _ the gargle [Am] dims me brain.
[C] As Dublin keeps [F] on [C] changing, and [G] nothing [B] _ [Em] seems the [G] same.
[C] The pillar [F] and the [C] net have gone, the royal on since [Am] pulled down.
[C] As the grey [F] unyielding [C] concrete [G] makes a city [C] of my town. _ _
Ring-a [F]-ring-a [C] _ [Am]-rosie, [C] as the [F] light _ declines, [C] I remember _ [F] Dublin City [C] _ [G] in the rare [C] old _ times. _ _
_ Fare thee well, sweet [F] Anna _
[C] Liffey, I can no [Am] longer stay.
[C] And watch the new [F] glass [C] cages [G] that spring up along decay.
_ [C] My mind's too [F] full of _
[C] memories, too old to hear [Am] new chimes.
[C] I'm a part of what [F] was Dublin [C] _ [Em] in the [G] rare [C] old _ times.
_ Ring-a-ring [F]-a _
[C]-rosie, [Am] _ [C] as the light [F] _
declines, [C] I remember Dublin [F] City [C] _ [G] in the rare _ [C] old _ times.
_ Ring-a [F]-ring-a _
[C]-rosie, [Am] _ as the light [F] _
declines, [C] I remember Dublin [F] City [C] _ in the rare old times.
[G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _