Em7 E 
 
D/A            Bm7       Em7 E 
Who does not adore the sound 
   A                    Em7 E 
Of music in the names of towns 
D/A                                 A7sus4  
To build a city on such picturesque ground 
     Em7        Bm7     Em9    A6 
That takes some sort of flair 
 
D/A                  Bm7    Em7 E 
We draw a line the ink is fear 
A                             Em7 E 
You stay that side we'll stay here 
D/A                       A7sus4 
Its far harder to keep it up 
Em7     Bm7      Em9    A6 
Than to tear it down 
 
        Gmaj7                D/F# 
Does it take you back to the kind of world 
Gmaj7                        Asus2     
Hindsight calls the good old days? 
          Gmaj7                 D/F# 
Now that there's no room in an Einstien world 
    Gmaj7            Asus2  A  
For simple cause and effect 
 
Asus4/9  A7sus2   A    A6   Asus4/9  A 
Dub-----lin                Dub-----lin  
Asus4/9  A7sus2   A  A6  Asus4/9  A  
Home    of       pretty Col-----lens 
Asus4/9  A7sus2   A    A6   Asus4/9  A 
Dub-----lin                Dub-----lin 
Asus4/9  A7sus2   A  A6  Asus4/9 A 
Nurse   of       such   bitter dreams 
 
Em7 E 
 
Behind the soft and peachy skin 
Where D.N.A. or God begin 
Where sub-Gaelic rot sets in 
With stories from your mother 
In myths and less exalted forms 
The heady cocktail glory is born 
You know it's not a bottled storm 
So why do you indulge it 
 
Dublin Dublin home of pretty Collens 
Dublin Dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams 
 
Em7 E 
Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high 
Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high 
Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high 
Thats what my mother told me