Dublin Darling
Dublin darling, Irish gal
Even the Englishmen love you
Wild red hair waving like a fern
Leading the invaders on
Your shamrock smile
Made this archer feels lucky
As I chased you down Dublin streets
I forgot my nationality
I starved myself like Richard II
To buy you a bracelet
You turned me down
Said “I was too English”
St. Patrick was English
You said you hated the foreigners
Yet you welcomed every ship
The River Shannon was my grave
You flirted with the next English archer
Dublin Darling, Irish gal, Sweet Shamrock
The Rose’s thorns will come
And I will laugh from the bottom of your river
As you struggled helplessly against the waves
Brian Boru won’t appear to save you
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