There's quare things in Dublin

Between Howth and Crumlin

Down in Ringsend

There's a five-legged cat

And tree-legged donkey

Two-headed monkey

There's nothing so quare

As this four-faced old clock

There's a clock in old Dublin

That stands on a steeple

Proud and erect with four faces so tall

While one of them says you are late

It's deceiving

The other one says it's a quarter before

And you run down the road

And he grins as you hurry

Then just round the corner

You look in surprise

It's not quite the same as

It was on the last street

This bloody blackguard is telling me lies

There's quare things in Dublin

Between Howth and Crumlin

Down in Ringsend

There's a five-legged cat

And tree-legged donkey

And two-headed monkey

There's nothing so quare

As this four-faced old clock

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 should 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

There's quare things in Dublin

Between Howth and Crumlin

Down in Ringsend

There's a five-legged cat

And tree-legged donkey

And two-headed monkey

There's nothing so quare

As this four-faced old clock

There's quare things in Dublin

Between Howth and Crumlin

Down in Ringsend

There's a five-legged cat

And tree-legged donkey

And two-headed monkey

There's nothing so quare

As this four-faced old clock