THE TOWN I LOVED SO WELL Paddy Reilly

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In my memory, I will always see, the town that I have loved so well.
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Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall and we laughed through the smoke
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and the smell.
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Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane, past the jail and down behind the
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fountain .
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Those were happy days in so many many ways, in the town I loved so well.

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 In the early morning the shirt factory horn, called women from Cleggan, the moor and the bog.
And the men on the dole, played a mothers role, fed the children and then walked the dog.
And when times got rough, there was just about enough, and they saw it through without complaining.
For deep inside, was a burning pride for the town I loved so well.

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 There was music there in the Derry air, like a language that we could all understand,
I remember the day when I earned my first pay, when I played in a small pick-upband.
There I spent my youth, and to tell you the truth, I was sad to leave it all behind me.
For I’d learned about life, and I found me a wife, in the town I loved so well.

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But when I returned, how my eyes were burned, to see how a town could be
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brought to it’s knees.
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By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars and the gas that hangs on to every breeze.
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Now the army’s enstowed by that old gasyard wall and the damned barbed wire
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gets higher and higher.
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With their tanks and guns, oh my God what have they done to the town I loved so well.

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Now the music’s gone, but they carry on. Though their spirit’s been bruised but never broken.
Though they’ll not forget, their hearts are set, on tomorrow and peace once again.
For what’s done is done, and what’s won is won. And what’s lost is lost and goneforever.
I can only pray, for a bright brand new day, for the town I loved so well.

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