[ROBBIE]
I don't want to stand
On the stage with a sword
I went to a pantomime once
I was bored
I'm not a poetical sort of a person like you
When I need a poem
The streets and the gutters will do
There's Tommy Flanagan who lights the gas lamps-
A hundred ninety lamps in Phoenix park alone
He's done it drunk for over fifty-seven years
In Dublin!
And down on Henry Street is Mad John Maher-
Old rambling Johnny with a face like hammered meat!
But Johnny's singing brings a Dublin man to tears
I don't know
The words to tell you how it feels
Or how to put it in a rhyme
But if you come with me you'll know...
How the lamps in the park
Look like god in the dark
As they glow
On the streets of Dublin
I don't want to stand
On the stage with a sword
I went to a pantomime once
I was bored
I'm not a poetical sort of a person like you
When I need a poem
The streets and the gutters will do
There's Tommy Flanagan who lights the gas lamps-
A hundred ninety lamps in Phoenix park alone
He's done it drunk for over fifty-seven years
In Dublin!
And down on Henry Street is Mad John Maher-
Old rambling Johnny with a face like hammered meat!
But Johnny's singing brings a Dublin man to tears
I don't know
The words to tell you how it feels
Or how to put it in a rhyme
But if you come with me you'll know...
How the lamps in the park
Look like god in the dark
As they glow
On the streets of Dublin
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