Quare Things in Dublin

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