A Few Coppers Poem by Liam ó Comáin
A Few Coppers
They hung in a bunch
Men, women, young and old;
Over painted, dishevelled
and bold:
'Hey, boss, could you spare
a few coppers? '
'Hey, love, could you spare
a few coppers? '
A daily ritual to raise a few bob
Then off they went to 'biddy their
Gob' from the bottom of Waterloo Street.
Friday, December 19, 2008
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