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Won’t you meet me down, down by Barrack Street Where the sailors all come in to greet their families I heard an auld one speak of the emergency Hiding coal under a baby in its pram That’s where my mother’s mother Was raised on bread and butter Mapping those streets in the creases of her palm Father converged on … Continue reading David Keenan – Good Old Days Lyrics