Ah miss the streets
their brawny sound
Ah miss the drill
of freight train plods
'neath trails of planes
Ah miss the quench
of hard earned
pints back then
An’ fuss and torn
An' ev'ry
snitch does tell
of mem'ry served
Still
while t' air is clear
an’ health be near
Aye
'tis swell
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