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To Roberta - lady of the sweetest smile |
| 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! |