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Me jewel and Darlin' Dublin a place I did
belong,
But now your face is pale and weak, your heart
no longer strong.
And people once lived in her heart in business
and repose,
And famed she was in songsters verse and in her
Poets prose.
But then they came their minds set firm in grim
determination,
With tax-payers bread and plans that said - ,
They'd no imagination.
And the planners looked and sighed out loud -
“Ah ! The jewel of 'our' crown”
“Let's rip the heart out of Wood Quay and put
some bunkers down.”
“And temple bar's a lovely spot, as prime as
you will get,
For underground----a bus depot----the top we'll
raise and let.”.
“And what about the Liberties? “ a voice was
heard to say,
“Sure none of us lives there” they said, “Lets
build a motorway”.
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