Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown,
The passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town,
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes,
That once was Dublin city, in the Rare Oul Times.
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay,
And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay,
My mind's too full of memories, to old to hear new chimes,
I'm a part of what was Dublin, in the Rare Oul Times.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Oh Dublin, you..re my city, I..m proud to call you mine,
devided by the Liffey..s greasy slime.
No matter who I love and woo at home or oversea,
my heart prefers those Dubliners like me.
My Blog
Pastoral Care of the Road
The "Guidelines for the Pastoral Care of the Road" call on drivers to respect speed limits, refrain from drinking before driving and avoid cursing.Roman Catholics are also urged to make the sign of th... Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 22:54:00 GMT
