Cobblestone

I see the stones as I walk on them

And always, always think of the past,

I always think of Mundy Street

You remind me of things that last.

You remind me of the winter

And of Dublin and of age

You are like the history book’s

Well read and travelled page

Your bold but true and easy to invest

And each place I see you laying,

I hope they let you rest

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