| Oh I am a true born Dublin man
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| From the Liffey side I hail
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| And the motte says I’m the quarest one
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| This side of Mountjoy jail
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| For I love the craic and the porter black
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| In those pubs of high renown
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| There is not a place in the whole wide world
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| Like dear old Dublin town
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| When I was young and in my prime
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| Oh my banjo I would play
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| All around in the pubs in the Liberties
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| From noon until the break of day
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| For I love the craic and the porter black
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| In those pubs of high renown
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| There is not a place in the whole wide world
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| Like dear old Dublin town
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| On Friday night it’s my delight
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| When my weekly toil is done
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| The motte and me go on the town
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| To sing and dance and have some fun
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| For I love the craic and the porter black
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| In those pubs of high renown
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| There is not a place in the whole wide world
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| Like dear old Dublin town
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| Now a Dublin man is staunch and true
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| He’s hearty and he’s hail
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| He’s a real true blue like me and you
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| If you need him he won’t fail
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| For I love the craic and the porter black
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| In those pubs of high renown
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| There is not a place in the whole wide world
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| Like dear old Dublin town
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| For I love the craic and the porter black
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| In those pubs of high renown
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| There is not a place in the whole wide world
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| Like dear old Dublin town
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| Like dear old Dublin Towm |