Jim O'Donnell Biography

Footsteps on a sandy shore
Are they the ones from me before?
Swam to the shore from the sea
From a ship wreck catastrophe
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Children playing in the street
Dirty face and dirty feet
Skipping ropes and singing songs
This will last all summer long
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Statues of you are world wide
You fill all nurses with pride
The lady with the lamp that burns so bright
Watching over us throughout the night
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Born in nineteen forty nine
Ma wee sister look just fine
Sixty years have flown right past
She’s still a great wee lass
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Baldness comes to men like me
And I am only twenty three
Few strands of hair upon my head
They know all the rest is dead
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