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In a tenement bedroom
A baby was born,
While her dad looked for work
On the docks in the morn,
Nelson’s stone eye
Looked down on the scene,
In Dublin in springtime,
In Nineteen sixteen.
Deer grazed in the park
Under freshly greened trees,
The brewery’s aroma
Breathed over the quays,
Gulls on the Liffey
Bobbed white and serene,
In Dublin in springtime,
In nineteen sixteen.
A little girl in Smithfield
Made a swing with a pal,
A boy and his dog
Fished the Lucan canal,
A thrush nursed its nestlings
In Saint Stephen’s Green,
In Dublin in springtime,
In nineteen sixteen.
The tide ebbed and flowed
On Sandymount Strand,
A trawler in Howth
Crept away from the land,
In Kilmainham a warden
Washed cobblestone clean,
In Dublin in springtime,
In nineteen sixteen
By Paddy Mulhern
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