Stephen Flaherty - The Streets of Dublin lyrics

[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 The dealers hawking and the dockers yelling The buskers banging and the ragmen ringing bells And there's Maureen whose door is always open for All Dublin! And Tony Kiely with his racing pigeons It's like religion how he lives to fly those birds- He swears they travel for a hundred miles or more I don't know The kind of words that you might say But I can put it my own way And if you come with me you'll know That those birds on their wing Are a beautiful thing As they blow Through the streets of Dublin And there's music like nothin' you've heard If you know the right jukebox to play! There are gla**es to raise in the praise Of surviving the day... Down where Miss Kitty Farrelly is pouring whiskey And Frankie Donahue is lighting her cigar A smokey den where working men don't bring the wife... It's the laughter of fellas with stories to tell Men who love to get drunk and raise true feckin' hell! Ah, you come out with me and you'll see what you're missing in life On the Streets of Dublin On the Streets of Dublin On the Streets of Dublin On the Streets of Dublin [COMPANY] On the Streets of Dublin On the Streets of Dublin On the Streets of Dublin On the Streets of Dublin