Dublin – for dVerse

My True Love is a Dublin man
And Dublin is his city,
So sing a song of Dublin
Where the girls are all so pretty

There’s a poet in each cafe
And the streets are paved with gold,
The pubs are full of music
And the gurriers are bold

Some men give you diamonds
Or a dozen roses red
My Love gave me the Long Hall
And the Palace Bar instead.

My True Love has grown older
And he’s watched his city growing –
The Celtic Tiger roared and then
The money started flowing,

You can buy a frappuccino
Where the poets used to sing,
And strut your stuff on Grafton Street,
With cocktails and with bling,

The nightclubs bang til 4 am
So have another jar,
And watch out for the stag dos
Throwing up in Temple Bar

My True Love comes from Dublin,
A memory of a city,
Where the Guinness flows like water
And the barmen all are witty.

Some men give you chocolates,
Some men give you flowers,
My love gave me a city
Of tenements and towers

My True Love is a Dublin Man
And Dublin is his city,
So sing a song of Dublin
Where the girls are all so pretty.


Welcome, Jilly, to dVerse, where the words flow like Guinness! This is for your first solo prompt – be inspired by a city.

I was lucky enough to see Andy Irvine the other night,so I’ve had some rhythms bouncing around in my head for a few days. My mother in law is unwell, so my husband’s been heading over to Dublin a lot recently, and, I guess, we’ve both been reflecting on changing times, mortality, getting older. A heavy load for a lightweight little number. The more musical among you may find a tune for it stored away in your brains somewhere…

Gurrier? a bad, bold boy…