Rare Ould Times taby ukulele według Flogging Molly

D                   G    D                  G
Raised on songs and stor-ies, heroes of renown
        D                 G    D        A
Ah, the passing tales and glor-ies that once was Dublin town
    D                  G    D                           G
The hallowed halls and hous-es, the haunting childrens' rhymes
     D                G             A         D
That once was part of Dublin in the rare ould times

(chorus)
D             G  D                    Bm
Ring a ring a ro-sey, as the light de-clines
     D             G             A         D
I re-member Dublin city in the rare ould times


Tempo change

        D               G    D                     G
Well my name it is Sean Demp-sey, as Dublin as can be
     D                G     D        A
Born hard and late in Pimli-co, in a house that ceased to be

(enter electric guitar)
   D             G   D                         G
By trade I was a coo-per, lost out to redundan-cy
        D                  G            A              D
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memo-ry


      D             G   D                     G
And I courted Peggy Dig-nam, as pretty as you please
  D                  G  D            A
A rogue and child of Ma-ry, from the rebel Liberties
  D             G       D                           G
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal
        D               G               A            D
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul


(chorus)


    D                  G   D                       G
The years have made me bit-ter, the gargle dims me brain
      D               G     D        A
Cause Dublin keeps on chang-ing, and nothing seems the same
    D              G        D                                 G
The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
       D               G                 A          D
As the grey unyielding concrete, makes a city of my town


(chorus)

(interlude, the chords are the same as the chorus ans a verse)

          D               G  D                     G
Fare thee well sweet Anna Li-ffey, I can no longer stay
    D                   G  D         A
And watch the new glass ca-ges, that spring up along the quay
   D                  G    D                         G
My mind's too full of memo-ries, too old to hear new chimes
(slow here)
      D                G              A         D
I'm a part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times

(chorus 2x)