(G)There's quare things in Dublin between Howth and Crumlin.
(C)Down in Rings(G)end there's a(Am) five-legged(D) cat,
A three-(G)legged donkey, two-headed monkey.
There's(C) nothing so(G) quare as this(D) four-faced old(G) clock.
(G)There's a clock in old Dublin that stands on a steeple,
(C)Proud and er(G)ect with four(Am) faces so(D) tall.
While(G) one of them says you are late, it's deceiving.
The(C) other one(G) says it's a(D) quarter be(G)fore.
You run down the(C) road and he(G) grins as you(D) hurry,
Then(G) just round the(C) corner you(G) look up in sur(D)prise.
It's(G) not quite the same as it was on the last street.
(C)This bloody(G) blackguard is(D7) telling me(G) lies.
There's a half-hour to spare. Now how will I k** it
I'll nip up the road and nip in for a jar.
With the chimes of four bells, I look back in amazement.
His other side has gone past the hour.
There's a lesson in life to adopt and interpret.
It applies to all people regardless of race.
Don't put your trust or your faith in a person
If sometimes they seem to have more than one face