Dublin Strand

by

McKenna Byrne

While walking down a Dublin strand
I met a lass who took my hand;
She bound my feet with silken rope
And told me that her name was Hope.

She filled my nights with wishful dreams;
Sewed up my days with lock-stitched seams;
She took my hard-earned half-a-crown
And then she went and let me down.

It took me years upon that strand
Day after day upon the sand
To free my feet of her silken rope
And my mind of the dreams of a whore called Hope.

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