The passing tales and glories,
That once was Dublin town.
The hallowed halls and houses,
the haunting children's rhymes,
That once was Dublin City
My name, it is Shondame Sea,
Born hard and late in Pimlico,
in a house that ceased to be.
Like my house that fell to progress,
Our old and child of Mary,
from the rebel liberties.
I lost her to a student chap,
with skin as black as coal.
When he took her off to Birmingham,
The years have made me bitter,
the gargles dimmed me brain
As Dublin keeps on changing
and nothing seems the same
The pillar and the net have gone,
the royal long since pulled down
As the grey unyielding concrete
makes a city of our town.
Fare thee well, sweet Anna, live, be,
And watch the new glass cages
spring up along the quay.
Me mind's too full of memories,
too old to hear new chimes
I'm a part of what was Dublin
in the red of our times you