[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 kill 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