Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
Our last, full day in Dublin started out special. We met an old aquaintance of mine, Lorraine, for breakfast at Bewley’s.
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
Our last, full day in Dublin started out special. We met an old aquaintance of mine, Lorraine, for breakfast at Bewley’s.
So friendship fond, all wealth beyond, and love that lives alway,
Bless each poor home beside your foam, my dear old Galway Bay.
Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
Samuel Beckett Continue reading
In Dublin’s fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
Today was spent organizing the rest of the week and soaking up the local atmosphere of Dublin. We got off to a bit of a late start, but rather than feeling stressed we enjoyed the great weather and strolled down O’Connell street in search of a good breakfast and (according to my mother) the most important thing one can get on a trip like this: postcards and stamps.
If ever you go to Dublin town
In a hundred years or so
Inquire for me in Baggot Street
And what I was like to know.
Patrick Kavanagh