Sunday Poem: The Pride of Pimlico by Arthur Griffith
Come all ye broken hearted ones and listen to my lay
About a lovely damsel, as fair as any May,
Who's caused much tears and sorrow and grief and heartfelt woe.
It's Kitty Flynn I'm speaking of, the Pride of Pimlico.
It's just about a month ago unto this place she came,
And set our hearts a blazing up in love's undying flame,
And made of every other lass about the place a foe,
Because she took their sweethearts, did the Pride of Pimlico.
Poor Paddy Burke the tailor now can't do a stroke of work,
Nor Billy Shee the handyman, nor steady Jack McGurk;
And if you ax the reason, all they'll answer you is: "Oh,
'Tis all because of Kitty Flynn, the Pride of Pimlico."
Old Jimmy Kane the miser that no one could get round
And young Tom Ray who owns a forge and near a hundred pound
And Matt McCann whose father keeps the Irish Waxworks Show
Are raving night and day about the Pride of Pimlico.
It's time the polis saw to it. It soon will be too late
An divil a man in all the Coombe will have a solid pate,
Or soon beyond in Riley's, a sight of awful woe,
You'll see ten thousand victims of the Pride of Pimlico.
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