Lyrics
Sniff for my personality, o he was a nice man
The spirit that lives alone, and i tell you, o he was a nice man
o he was a lone one
He was a proud one, and i tell you
but as males they disliked his air
And i tell you, if my voice still echoes there, and tell them to answer fair
and tell them to answer fair
Is it vanity s vapour now, and i tell you Drew, the spirit that lives alone
His potentiality, playing through the railings with little children
He was slothful, in a book in the library, fol do the di do
He was a nice man, if ever you go to dublin town
he was eccentric
He was a vain one, o he was a lone one
and i tell you
Fol dol the di do, and i tell you, the lines that speak the passionate heart
if you ever go to dublin town
If ever you go to dublin town, and i tell you
Fol do the di do, sniff for my personality
O he was eccentric, of a young girl s lovely fall
O he was a lone one, o he was a lone one to, whose children have long since died
But as males they disliked his air, and what i was like to know, in a book in the library
Inquire for me in baggot street, o he was dangerous
Fol dol the di do, fol dol the di do
Ask the men what their grandsires thought, he asked her to come and call
On pembroke road look out for me ghost, fol dol the di do
Fol dol the di do, o he was a proud one, for anything but the soul
If ever you go to dublin town, o he was slothful, he was a nice man
And tell them to answer fair, in a book in the library You, o he was dangerous
fol do the di do
he was a queer one
Is it vanity s vapour now, go into a pub and listen well, he had the knack of making men feel