Dublin at Dawn Lyrics

In the chill grey summer dawn-light

We pass through the empty streets

The rattling wheels are all silent

No friend his fellow greets

Here and there, at the corners

A man in a great-coat stands

A bayonet hangs by his side, and

A rifle is in his hands

This is a conquered city

It speaks of war not peace

And that's one of the English soldiers

The English call "police"

You see, at the present moment

That noble country of mine

Is boiling with indignation

At the memory of a "crime"

In a path in the Phoenix Park where

The children romped and ran

An Irish ruffian met his doom

And an English gentleman

For a hundred and over a hundred

Years on the country side

Men and women and children

Have slaved and starved and died

That those who slaved and starved them

Might spend their earnings then

And the Irish ruffians have a "good time"

And the English gentlemen

And that's why at the present moment

That noble country of mine

Is boiling with indignation

At the memory of a "crime"

For the Irish ruffians (they tell me)

And it looks as if were true

And the English gentlemen are so scarce

We could not spare those two

In the chill grey summer dawn-light

We pass through the empty streets

The rattling wheels are all silent

No friend his fellow greets

Here and there, at the corners

A man in a great-coat stands

A bayonet hangs by his side, and

A rifle is in his hands

This is a conquered city

It speaks of war not peace

And that's one of the English soldiers

The English call "police"

In the chill grey summer dawn-light

We pass through the empty streets

The rattling wheels are all silent

No friend his fellow greets

Here and there, at the corners

A man in a great-coat stands

A bayonet hangs by his side, and

A rifle is in his hands

This is a conquered city

It speaks of war not peace

And that's one of the English soldiers

The English call "police"

You see, at the present moment

That noble country of mine

Is boiling with indignation

At the memory of a "crime"

In a path in the Phoenix Park where

The children romped and ran

An Irish ruffian met his doom

And an English gentleman

For a hundred and over a hundred

Years on the country side

Men and women and children

Have slaved and starved and died

That those who slaved and starved them

Might spend their earnings then

And the Irish ruffians have a "good time"

And the English gentlemen

And that's why at the present moment

That noble country of mine

Is boiling with indignation

At the memory of a "crime"

For the Irish ruffians (they tell me)

And it looks as if were true

And the English gentlemen are so scarce

We could not spare those two

In the chill grey summer dawn-light

We pass through the empty streets

The rattling wheels are all silent

No friend his fellow greets

Here and there, at the corners

A man in a great-coat stands

A bayonet hangs by his side, and

A rifle is in his hands

This is a conquered city

It speaks of war not peace

And that's one of the English soldiers

The English call "police"