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If you wish to walk beside a boy

Who kicks his ball down cobbled lanes

And Mother's worried sick to why he's out this late again

Sister knits a woolly hat for footprints in the sand

So careful where he sleeps

A soul of Chapel Street

And if you wish to dance beside a girl

With playful pigtails in her hair

She writes a dozen letters

Dreams of when her love returns

And as she whispers softly for a boy who's hit the ground