Kimmage

          Tune....Galway Bay

Oh the wind that blows from Gardner St to Kimmage
Is perfumed by the knackers as it blows
And the women on the pitheap picking cinders
Speak a language that the clergy do not know

If your ould man pays the rent for two weeks running
The garda will have questions without fail
And if he can't tell them where he got that money
They'll cart your poor old fella off to jail

Well some day I will go back again to Kimmage
Even if it's only at the closing of my mind
Just to watch the children beating up their grannies
And tripping up the crippled and the blind.