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.
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.
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.
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!