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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 your 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 a crow's.

His mammy wanted a girl, ye see. Mary to be the kid's name
But out came he with a bat and balls! Be Jazus, wasn't that the shame?
The first 3 letters she'd stitched on his frock, she kept them just as they were
And Made 3 new ones at the end just sewing along with a whurrr.

Marcel was a lovely lad, half-Irish and half French
With sallow skin and shock-red hair each lassie's heart to wrench.
He grew from garsoon to a man and in schooling won the prize
Until one day a maiden fair dawned upon his eyes.