Lyrics:

(G)There's quare things in Dublin between Howth and Crumlin
(C)Down in Rings(G)end there's a(Am) five-legged(D) cat
A three-(G)legged donkey, two-headed monkey
There's(C) nothing so(G) quare as this(D) four-faced old(G) clock

(G)There's a clock in old Dublin that stands on a steeple
(C)Proud and er(G)ect with four(Am) faces so(D) tall
While(G) one of them says you are late, it's deceiving
The(C) other one(G) says it's a(D) quarter be(G)fore
You run down the(C) road and he(G) grins as you(D) hurry
Then(G) just round the(C) corner you(G) look up in sur(D)prise
It's(G) not quite the same as it was on the last street
(C)This bloody(G) blackguard is(D7) telling me(G) lies

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 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