Dubliners, The - Johnny Doyle Lyrics






You sons of Dan O'Connels Isle
Pray pay attention to my ditty
For it's all about a fair young man
His birthplace it was Dublin city

My song is for to demonstrate
A story with a pius moral
Beginning by the Carlisle bridge
And ending on the Isles of Coral

A scooner stood by George's Quay
With sails all furled one saltry season
A maiden paced upon that quay
She wept like one bereft of reason

Oh Johnny Doyle's me love it's true
It's true but full of deep contrition
For what will all the neighbours say
About yourself and my condition

Well the sails unfurled while the capstan turned
The scooner scudded down the Liffey
The maid she gave one piercing wail
She was a mother in a jiffy

They sailed across the harbour bar
And headed east for foreign waters
To China where they think they're wise
And drown at birth their surplus daughters

Now years and yeas had come and gone
'Till Mary's child grew self supporting
But how her poor old heart would break
When that young buck went out a-courting

He leaved me all alone she said
He leaved me alone in melancoly
I'll dress meself in man's attire
And sail the seven seas for Johnny

She signed on board of a pirate barque
That raided 'round the hot equator
And with them hairy buccaneers
There sailed a sweet and virtuos creature

Well the captain thought her name was Bill
His caracter it was nefarious
And with them hairy buccaneers
Her situation was precarious

Now in the Saragosa sea
Two rakish barques were idly lollin'
And Mary on the quarterdeck
The middlewatch was she patrolling

She gazed upon the neighbouring barque
And suddenly became exclaiment
For there upon that gilded poop
Stood Johhny Doyle in gorgeous raiment

They're happy now in sweet Ringsend
The jewl that sparkles on the dodder
They lead a peaceful merchants life
A do a trade in oats and fodder

By marriage lines she's Mrs Doyle
She keeps a store of periwinkles
When she says she's in thay way again
His one good eye with joy it twinkles





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  1. H.... V....

    You sons of Dan O'Connels Isle
    Pray pay attention to my ditty
    For it's all about a fair young man
    His birthplace it was Dublin city
    My song is for to demonstrate
    A story with a pius moral
    Beginning by the Carlisle bridge
    And ending on the Isles of Coral
    A scooner stood by George's Quay
    With sails all furled one saltry season
    A maiden paced upon that quay
    She wept like one bereft of reason
    Oh Johnny Doyle's me love it's true
    It's true but full of deep contrition
    For what will all the neighbours say
    About yourself and my condition
    Well the sails unfurled while the capstan turned
    The scooner scudded down the Liffey
    The maid she gave one piercing wail
    She was a mother in a jiffy
    They sailed across the harbour bar
    And headed east for foreign waters
    To China where they think they're wise
    And drown at birth their surplus daughters
    Now years and yeas had come and gone
    'Till Mary's child grew self supporting
    But how her poor old heart would break
    When that young buck went out a-courting
    He leaved me all alone she said
    He leaved me alone in melancoly
    I'll dress meself in man's attire
    And sail the seven seas for Johnny
    She signed on board of a pirate barque
    That raided 'round the hot equator
    And with them hairy buccaneers
    There sailed a sweet and virtuos creature
    Well the captain thought her name was Bill
    His caracter it was nefarious
    And with them hairy buccaneers
    Her situation was precarious
    Now in the Saragosa sea
    Two rakish barques were idly lollin'
    And Mary on the quarterdeck
    The middlewatch was she patrolling
    She gazed upon the neighbouring barque
    And suddenly became exclaiment
    For there upon that gilded poop
    Stood Johhny Doyle in gorgeous raiment
    They're happy now in sweet Ringsend
    The jewl that sparkles on the dodder
    They lead a peaceful merchants life
    A do a trade in oats and fodder
    By marriage lines she's Mrs Doyle
    She keeps a store of periwinkles
    When she says she's in thay way again
    His one good eye with joy it twinkles

    H.... V....

    not all heroes wear capes

  2. A.... K....

    Sean rules......

  3. k.... o....

    Been sampling the Dubs now for 6 weeks or so. Luke, Ronnie, and the rest passed long before they were on my American radar screen. Finding this song shows me that I've much more to discover.

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    Luckly you found them, better late then never, as we say in Holland/Europe

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    By the way, is this Sean O’ Connor? Maybe I wrote his name wrongly?!

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    I do like this unaccompanied very much

  4. F.... C....

    Has anybody got the lyrics?