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There's queer things in Dublin between Howth and Crumlin,
Down the Ringsend there's a five-legged cat;
And a three-legged donkey, and a two-headed monkey,
There's nothing so queer as the four-faced old clock.
There's a clock in old Dublin that stands on the steeple,
Proud and erect with four faces so tall;
While one of them says it's late, you're deceiving,
The other one says it's a quarter to four.
And you run down the road and you cringe as you hurry,
And just 'round the corner you're looking surprised;
It's not quite the same as it was on the last street,
This bloody blackguard is telling me lies.
There's queer things in Dublin between Howth and Crumlin,
Down the Ringsend there's a five-legged cat;
And a three-legged donkey, and a two-headed monkey,
There's nothing so queer as the four-faced old clock.
There's a half-hour to spare - now how will I kill it?
I'll nip up the road and hop in for a jar;
With the chimes of her bell, I look back in amazement,
Her other sideward has gone past the hour.
There's a lesson in life, it was put there on purpose,
It applies to all people regardless their race;
Oh, don't put your trust or your faith in a person,
For sometimes they seem to have more than one face.
There's queer things in Dublin between Howth and Crumlin,
Down the Ringsend there's a five-legged cat;
And a three-legged donkey, and a two-headed monkey,
There's nothing so queer as the four-faced old clock.
There's nothing so queer as the four-faced old clock.