"Beautiful Dreamer" is a popular American song written by Stephen Foster. It was published in 1864, the year of Foster's death.
Listen on Spotify - performed by Roy Orbison
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Monto was the name given to a once notorious red light district in Dublin, it was made up of the area bounded by Talbot Street, Amiens Street, Gardiner Street and Sean McDermott Street. The name is derived from Montgomery Street (known now as Foley Street), which runs parallel to the lower end of Talbot Street. At its peak there were up to 1,600 prostitutes working there, making it (reputedly) the largest red light district in Europe.
Monto was also a haven for the IRA, particularly during the War of Independence, with several safe houses for the Republican rebels, including Phil Shanahan's public house.
An Irish dramatist and folklorist, Lady Augusta Gregory co-founded the Irish Literary Theatre and the Abbey Theatre with writers such as WB Yeats. She wrote numerous short works for both companies.
"Brian O'Linn", or "Bryan O'Lynn", is a traditional Irish song:
Bryan O'Lynn was a gentleman born
He lived at a time when no clothes they were worn,
But as fashion went out, of course Bryan walked in
"Whoo, I'll lead the fashions," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no breeches to wear
He got him a sheepskin to make him a pair,
With the fleshy side out and the woolly side in,
"Whoo, they're pleasant and cool." says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no shirt to his back,
He went to his neighbor's and borrowed a sack
Then he puckered the meal bag up under his chin
"Whoo, they'll take them for ruffles," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no hat to his head,
He thought that the pot would do him instead,
Then he murdered a cod for the sake of its fin,
"Whoo, 'twill pass for a feather." says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn was hard up for a coat
He borrowed a skin of a neighboring goat
With the horns sticking out from his oxters, and then
"Whoo, they'll take them for pistols," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no stockings to wear,
He bought him a rat's skin to make him a pair,
He then drew them on and they fitted his shin,
"Whoo, they're illegant wear," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no brogues to his toes,
He hopped on two crab shells to serve him for those,
Then he split up two oysters that matched just like twins,
"Whoo, they'll shine out like buckles," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no watch to put on,
He scooped out a turnip to make him a one
Then he planted a cricket in under the skin
"Whoo, they'll think it's a-tickin," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn to his house had no door,
He'd the sky for a roof and the bog for a floor,
He'd a way to jump out and a way to swim in,
"Whoo, it's very convanient," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn, his wife, and wife's mother,
They all went home o'er the bridge together,
The bridge it broke down and they all tumbled in,
"Whoo, we'll go home by water," says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bewley's shop front - Credit: Talkie_tim

A bridge over the Liffey in Dublin - Credit: Jtdirl|Jtdirl
The Tolka is a river which flows from County Meath through Dublin.
The Bradoge is a river which rises in upper Cabra, two miles from Dublin. It flows through the city; under the Richmond Penitentiary, under the old basin of the Royal Canal near the Aqueduct, under Newgate and Halston Streets, and to the Liffey opposite East Arran Street.
The Cemetery Drain is a stream that runs beneath Glasnevin Cemetery before joining the Tolka just past the Botanic Gardens.

