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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dublin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The children play in the streets, they say<br>The children play in the streets<br>While the ships dock fast in Dublin Bay, <br>The children play in the streets.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Och aye, the blarney blunderbuss, <br>He's corked, and who's to blame? <br>'Tain't that his wee son with a pint, <br>Too soon to walk the same? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Across Ha'penny Bridge his Molly<br>Bends to scratch for coal, <br>And one last fire to celebrate: <br>Today she quits the dole.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But what of Barry? What of Shane? <br>Who'll give the tykes their bread, <br>With Pap in one dyke stone-cold drunk, <br>In the other Mam stone-cold dead? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The children play in the streets, they say<br>The children play in the streets<br>While the ships dock fast in Dublin Bay, <br>The children play in the streets.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Hm.+Nes">Hm. Nes</a></strong></div>