Dublin Poem by Hm. Nes

The children play in the streets, they say-
The children play in the streets;
While the ships dock fast in Dublin Bay,
The children play in the streets

Och aye! The blarney blunderbuss!
He's corked, but who's to blame?
'Tain't that his wee son with a pint,
Too soon to walk the same?

Across Ha'penny Bridge his Molly
Bends to scratch for coal,
And one last fire to celebrate:
Today, she quits the dole

But what of Barry? What of Shane?
Who'll give the tykes their bread?
With Pap in one dyke stone-cold drunk-
In the other Mam stone-cold dead

The children play in the streets, they say,
The children play in the streets;
While the ships dock fast in Dublin Bay,
The children play in the streets