The Rare Auld Times chords

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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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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