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This is the continuation of a poem previously submitted to the site.
Written by my late aunt, Eileen Gilmartin Hair 1932 - 2002

The Clock On Brownlow Hill, Part 2

Down Mount Pleasant by the YMCA,
Come the Yanks from America, they were OK.
When the kids shouted after them, " Any Gum Chum"?
They would give us their smiles, and give us their gum.

And the boys playing football in Mulberry Street,
With their street urchin clothes and cold shoddy feet.
The goal posts they used
Were the air raid shelters.
When the Bobby came, they ran helter skelter.

They would leave their coats, lying their in the gutter,
And you'd hear the Bobby smuggly mutter
While cutting the ball with a look of elation,
"Just pick up your coats down at the station".

There was no going there, no way at all,
" But God did you see what he did to our ball"?

The students go swimming in the university baths
Where we once had our fun, and many a laugh.
We jived and we waltzed and had quite a ball
On the pavement outside what once once the Chinese Dance Hall.

Well the clock still stands on Brownlow Hill
And I am older and wiser still.
You saw our laughter, you saw our tears
You saw our anguish throughout the years.

The pavements laid green now, and the houses are gone.
The years have passed and the people moved on.
And you are still there, standing tall.
Ticking and tocking and mocking us all.

You brought back these memories, you silly old clock.
And all you can say is Tock Tick Tock.

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