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Dublin Gallows
DUBLIN GALLOWS DowN from Grafton Street near St. Stephen's Green, I'd hear her cry sometimes til first of dawn, the love o'me life, me lassie, me queen, an' every blow that brought her cryin' on. I'd give me own life to make her me bride, but she married a scabber fit and mean, from courtin' the lie an' winnin' her side, though the truth was known near St. Stephen's Green. Jack lent his strap in his warped state of mind, to her back, and I'd feel it, every blow, an' all Dublin knew, I was hard to find reason why I shouldn't let me rage go. They hanged many men in St. Stephen's Green, not one of them more fittin' for the tree, than Jack with his strap, for beatin' me queen, but who hanged Jack's not part of history. Sleep gently, me lassie, tonight there's just the breeze we'll hear til the comin o' dawn. Sleep softly, me lassie, I'll whisper through the trees, I couldn't let your beatin' go on. © Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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