James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011
James Joyce in Berlin Bloomsday 2011

Loves Old Sweet Song

1.  Once in the dear dead days beyond recall .
When on the world the mists began to fall
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts love sung an old sweet song .
And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam
Softly it wove itself into our dream

Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low
And theflick’ring shadows softly come and go
Though the heart be weary sad the day and long ,
Still to us at twilight comes love’s old song
Comes love’s own sweet song

2.  Even today we hear love's song of yore .
Deep m our hearts it dwells for evermore
Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way
Still we can hear it at the close of day
So till the end, when life's dim shadows fall
Love will be found the sweetest song of all

Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low
And theflick’ring shadows softly come and go
Though the heart be weary sad the day and long ,
Still to us at twilight comes love’s old song
Comes love’s own sweet song

Tim Finnegan

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
With a love of the whiskey he was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn.

Chorus:
Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

2. One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed,
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head.
Chorus:

3. His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
"Arragh, hold your gob" said Paddy McGhee!
Chorus:

4. Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then the war did soon engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began.
Chorus:

5. Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
The corpse revives! See how he raises!
Timothy rising from the bed,
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul!
Do you thunk I'm dead?"
Chorus:

Molly Malone

1. In Dublin's fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she pushed her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Chorus: Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!


2. Now she was a fishmonger,
And sure twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Chorus: Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!


3. She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Chorus: Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!


Ring a ring a rosie

Raised on songs and stories,
heroes of renown.
The passing tales and glories,
that once was Dublin town.
The hallowed halls and houses,
the haunting children's rhymes.
That once was part of Dublin,
in the rare old times.

Chorus: Ring a ring a rosie,
as the light declines,
I remember Dublin city
in the rare old times.

Oh me name it is Sean Dempsey
as Dublin as can be,
Born hard and late in Pimlico,
in a house that ceased to be.
By trade I was a cooper,
lost out to redundancy.
Like my house that fell to progress,
my trade's a memory.

Chorus: Ring a ring a rosie,
as the light declines,
I remember Dublin city
in the rare old times.

And I courted Peggy Diugnan,
as pretty as you please,
A rogue and a child of Mary,
from the rebel Liberties.
I lost her to a student chap,
with skin as black as coal.
When he took her off to Birmingham,
she stole away my soul.

Chorus: Ring a ring a rosie,
as the light declines,
I remember Dublin city
in the rare old times.

The years have made me bitter,
the gargle dims my brain,
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing,
and nothing seems the same.
The pillar and the Met. have gone,
the Royal long since pulled down,
As the gray unyielding concrete,
makes a city of my town.

Chorus: Ring a ring a rosie,
as the light declines,
I remember Dublin city
in the rare old times.

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey,
I can no longer stay,
And watch the new glass cages,
that spring up along the quay.
My mind's too full of memories,
too old to hear new chimes,
I'm part of what was Dublin,
in the rare old times.

Chorus: Ring a ring a rosie,
as the light declines,
I remember Dublin city
in the rare old times.