Under Cleary's Clock Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

My heart would beat so hard as the forty went to town
There’d be steam on all the windows as the driver drove us down
The nearer to the city the more my pulse would beat
I’d have to have a swift one; swallow it down neat
Sometimes I’d shuffle round the corner and walk around the block
I know she’s waiting under Cleary’s clock
I could be so nervous back then in my teens
Totally self-conscious in my brand new jeans
It was always where we’d meet, as central as could be
For a Northside boy and a Southside girl
It’s where we would agree
Sometimes I’d shuffle round the corner and walk around the block
I know she’s waiting under Cleary’s clock
Just a few quid is all we ever had, but we’d still have a good time
Until the time to head on home and kiss the girl goodbye
Each and every Saturday the routine was just the same
The time was good but we just grew apart, just became old flames
Sometimes I’d shuffle round the corner and walk around the block
I know she’s waiting under Cleary’s clock
Tick tock tick tock
Under Cleary’s clock