Digital Tradition Mirror

Rosy Up on Moore Street

Rosy Up on Moore Street
(Peter St. Johns)

 Cho: Oh Rosie up in Moore Street, tipplin' neath her shawl,
     The old ball of malt and the chaser,
     Oh Rosie she was neat, ah the queen of all the street,
     Cos Rosie was the dealers' darlin'.


 Nancy balls and bulls-eyes, licorice sticks and plums,
 Credit till the (Pond/Palm?) doors open,
 She'd never see a wrong, trade an apple for a song,
 Cos Rosie was the dealers' darlin'.

 Chorus

 Now Rosie saw the changes from carriages to cars,
 The times when the street was a haven,
 A social looking-glass for the toffs and working class,
 And Rosie was the dealers' darlin'.

 Chorus

 Now Dublin never changes and Dublin never cries,
 And dealin' is a trade worth savin',
 Ans Rosie was the queen of the whole Dublin scene,
 Cos Rosie was the dealers' darlin'.

 Chorus x 2

JBr
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