DUBLIN'S FACES.

In from Wicklow across the sniffy Liffey,
With colour green,
Waves your winds of Orange,
To dance to fiddlers three,
And drink to the stone, where founding Fathers
Met to plot War against King George's Crown,
Whilst learned men studied hard in Cloisters Of religion.

And all this time poor sweet Molly cries,
"Cockles and Mussels alive, alive oh, alive alive oh"

To Kitty's shame,

Way from Stevens Green,
Shaw, Joyce, Wild, and Yeats are all seen writing
Another verse,

Now kiss the Girl,
And say goodbye,
Goodbye,
By way of the Hapney Bridge,
Leaving their fare Costoms House once to arrive.