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Geantraí Chrismas Special : The Dubliners and Imelda May - Dublin, In The Rare Old Times : John Sheahan (Fiddle), Seán Cannon (Guitar & Vocals), Eamonn Campbell (Guitar), Gerry O'Connor (Banjo) and Patsy Watchorn (Banjo & Vocals), as well as special guests Imelda May and Karan Casey performing The Rare Auld Times [or Dublin, In The Rare Old Times], in The Abbey Tavern, Howth, Dublin. Lyrics below. This clip comes from a Christmas episode of the TG4 series Geantraí which celebrated 50 years of The Dubliners along with the life and music of the legendary Barney McKenna, who passed away in 2012. Seo hiad na Dubliners ag canadh an amhráin 'The Rare Auld Times' in éineacht le Karan Casey agus Imelda May ar an gclár Geantraí na Nollag sa bhliain 2012. Liricí thíos. Tá Geantraí ar fáil ar Sheinnteoir TG4 anois, am ar bith ar fud na cruinne / More episodes of Geantraí are available on the TG4 Player now - watch anytime, anywhere in the world 🎶🌎➡️ https://bit.ly/38464Qy Subscribe to TG4’s Irish Traditional Music Channel on YouTube / Glac síntiús chuig cainéal ceoil TG4 ar YouTube ➡️ http://bit.ly/2V8xyBG #Geantraí #TG4 #TradTG4 #CeolTG4 The Rare Auld Times / Dublin In The Rare Ould Times Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown The passing tales and glories that once was Dublin town The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting childrens' rhymes That once was Dublin city, in the rare ould times Chorus: Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines I'll remember Dublin city, in the rare auld times My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as could be Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that's ceased to be By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory And I courted Peggy Duignan, as pretty as you please A rogue and a child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties I lost her to a student chap, with a skin as black as coal When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims my brain Cause Dublin keeps on changing, nothing seems the same The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long pulled down As the grey unyielding concrete, makes a city of my town So fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay To watch the new glass cages spring up along the quay My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes I'm a part of what was Dublin, in the rare auld times