Folk rock ballad for Dublin

Town she used to call home (McDaid)


My name is McDaid, I'm a brickie by trade
I've worked the best sites round this town
Two years on the dole, they say there'll be no work here anymore
So I'm leaving Dublin Town

CHORUS
Blow the wind, blow, cast away and we'll go
Who cares if we never come home
What else can we loose but a skin full of booze
And a tear for Molly Malone
And the town she used to call home

My good friend John Dunne lives alone in Ballymun
His wife did a runner with a man in a fancy car
The shabby clothes he wears are all John Dunne has now to call his own
So he's leaving Dublin Town
Chorus

You'd think they'd be secure in Templeogue and Terenure
They too can have their troubles I'm told
A man, his business gone, the bloody bank has moved in on his home
So he's leaving Dublin Town
Chorus x 2