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