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A NEW BALLAD CALLED 'JOSEPHINE'S DOWNFALL'

In a neat little town called Dublin where the River Dodder flows
And the Liffey's water strong and green irritates your nose,
A bucko boy was born one day in a palace fine and grand
I'd sing ye a song about that bloke but, sure, he's not the man.

This song's about another - modest, slow and strong,
Ordinary, tall and tough, thirsty and sometimes wrong -
Handsome as starling and prickly as a rose,
Speech just like a barrowman and a voice just like the crows.