Alba s touto skladbou:
The Humour Is on Me Now,
If you ever go to Dublin town
In a hundred years or so
Inquire for me in Baggot street
And what I was like to know
He was the queer one
Fol dol the di do
He was a queer one
And I tell you
My great-grandmother knew him well,
He asked her to come and call
On him in his flat and she giggled at the thought
Of a young girl's lovely fall.
He was dangerous,
Fol dol the di do,
He was dangerous,
And I tell you
On Pembroke Road look out for me ghost,
Dishevelled with shoes untied,
Playing through the railings with little children
Whose children have long since died.
He was a nice man,
Fol do the di do,
He was a nice man
And I tell you
Go into a pub and listen well
If my voice still echoes there,
Ask the men what their grandsires thought
And tell them to answer fair,
He was eccentric,
Fol do the di do,
He was eccentric
And I tell you
He had the knack of making men feel
As small as they really were
Which meant as great as God had made them
But as males they disliked his air.
He was a proud one,
Fol do the di do,
He was a proud one
And I tell you
If ever you go to Dublin town
In a hundred years or so
Sniff for my personality,
Is it Vanity's vapour now?
He was a vain one,
Fol dol the di do,
He was a vain one
And I tell you
I saw his name with a hundred more
In a book in the library,
It said he had never fully achieved
His potentiality.
He was slothful,
Fol do the di do,
He was slothful
And I tell you
He knew that posterity had no use
For anything but the soul,
The lines that speak the passionate heart,
The spirit that lives alone.
He was a lone one,
Fol do the di do
O he was a lone one,
And I tell you
He was a lone one,
Fol do the di do
Yet he lived happily
And I tell you.
