Four Old Verses

Four Old Verses & A Newer One   Around Croke Park In a folding miasma of damp tweed, Sidling along muddy paths by Binn's Bridge: "Along the banks of the Royal Canal," Where the local lads have remembered The turf barges and the Guinness barges; Now it's bottles and slats and green offal That go through the slime and the weedy locks, To navigate down to the coal-black docks.   By a...