The Craic & the Porter Black Songtext

von Dublin City Ramblers

Oh I am a true born Dublin man
From the Liffey side I hail
And the motte says I'm the quarest one
This side of Mountjoy jail

For I love the craic and the porter black
In those pubs of high renown
There is not a place in the whole wide world
Like dear old Dublin town

When I was young and in my prime
Oh my banjo I would play
All around in the pubs in the Liberties
From noon until the break of day

For I love the craic and the porter black
In those pubs of high renown
There is not a place in the whole wide world
Like dear old Dublin town

On Friday night it's my delight
When my weekly toil is done
The motte and me go on the town
To sing and dance and have some fun

For I love the craic and the porter black
In those pubs of high renown
There is not a place in the whole wide world
Like dear old Dublin town

Now a Dublin man is staunch and true
He's hearty and he's hail
He's a real true blue like me and you
If you need him he won't fail

For I love the craic and the porter black
In those pubs of high renown
There is not a place in the whole wide world
Like dear old Dublin town

For I love the craic and the porter black
In those pubs of high renown
There is not a place in the whole wide world
Like dear old Dublin town

Like dear old Dublin Towm