On the quiet banks of the Liffey and
Lakes, Dublin wrote her name
On the broad backs of men
We never met with their pens and their stones, they did the same
In the hours passed in the
Pubs, all the glasses were full and they were
Wet to the sleeve
And the eyes were so clear on the girl I met there, I
Swore I’d never leave
And the young men who longed for these shores in a
Song
All they wanted was a home
And I wanted one too with a girl eyes as blue as the
Light of dawn
Patiently, she waits there for me to come home
Was a bleary-eyed night, drunk from the lights and
The sounds of a city awake
And she stood in the crowd, her face as a shroud
Leaving nothing for my eye to take
But a warmth was so clear, it betrayed her as nearly
She glowed like those lights on the bridge
And a pain in my side, as I was drawn to her pride
Like the rise of the wind to the ridge
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