Dublin

ah, Town Of The Hurdled Ford,
in Gaelic, thy name
Baile Átha Cliath,
Dublin, by worlds fame.

To walk your streets,
smell the guiness,
taste the stew
and come to know you.

ah, Dublin so gay
home of greats like Yeats,
Shaw and Joyce
once waked your streets.

To see the castles,
drink Irsh wine,
abandon my rented car
and go to The Temple bar.

To see U2's studio,
listen to musicians.
To speak Gaelic
is like wholesome nutrition.

To be a wandering bard,
and sing ancient song,
to play and shoot
with my stringed lute.

To talk with banshees,
seek out leprechaun,
to go where British souls
have never really gone.

To understand the
history and taste mystery
and to stand with the dawn
when all hope is gone.

To go to The Gaiety
see the operas performed
To walk St. Stephens Green
while it's noon sun warmed.

Ah, Dublin, doo blahn,
fair Irish city, green Gem.
Once i see you i know,
i can die peacefully then.