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I
Lady of the sweetest smile
In this town and round for many a mile
Laughter, fun, and all with grace,
The Mona Lisa should have had your face.
II
Now gone, to a better tomorrow
In Dublin: where future is present
Not for you the life of struggle and sorrow:
The factory worker: today’s peasant.
III
God looks after, they say, the good
May He take care of you
Because thou art, and He should,
Fair of face, and heart that’s true.
IV
Love for you I do not hold,
As I know it could never be
I wish the man whose yours well
And wish that it could have been me!
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