Living beneath these Shandon bells
Its steeple been my watchtower
Looking down on the beautiful city
Known as Cork on the river Lee
Where once stood quaint old buildings
Are now just distance memories
Architectural dreamers ruin my city
Knocking the old building down
Georgian and Victorian buildings
To my dismay felled to the ground
Replaced by unflattering designs
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The great reminscence of cork on the river Lee is nicely depicted in this brief write..10
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