Who does not adore the sound   Of music in the name of towns?   To build a city on such picturesque ground   That takes some sort of flair      We draw a line the ink is fear   You stay that side we'll stay here   It's far harder to keep it up   Than to tear it down      Does it take you back to the kind of world   Hindsight calls the good old days ?   Now that there's no room in an Einstein world   For simple cause and effect      Dublin, Dublin home of pretty Coleen's   Dublin, Dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams      Behind the soft and peachy skin   Where D N A or God begin   Where sub-Gaelic rot sets in   With stories from your mother      In myths and less exalted forms   The heady cocktail glory is born   You know it's not a bottled storm   So why do you indulge it?      Dublin, Dublin home of pretty Coleens   Dublin, Dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams