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[Verse]
In the morning’s early mist
There lies a bitter scent
The winds of Dublin’s alleys
Where many a night’s been spent
From the narrow streets to the riverside
An odorous lament
The abattoir’s whisper
Lingering
With an air so bent
[Verse 2]
The workers rise with weary eyes
The dawn their only friend
Their boots
They clip the cobblestones
Their hearts refuse to mend
In the echo of the city
Where the butcher’s trade won’t end
The scent of blood
It calls to them
A note they can't transcend
[Chorus]
Oh
Dublin’s morning haze
With its bitter breath so warm
It clings to every corner
Like a long-forgotten storm
From the slums to the cathedral
It weaves its mournful form
A ribbon of remembrance
In this city's daily norm
[Verse 3]
Children play on cobbled streets
Their dreams yet undefiled
Their laughter dances with the stench
Yet still they are beguiled
In innocence
They race the wind
Their spirits running wild
Unaware of morning’s taint
In sunshine’s fleeting smile
[Bridge]
Oh
The Northside cries with echoes
From a past that bears its weight
Old stories told in whispers
Beneath a sky that’s never straight
From Smithfield to the Liberties
The air does palpitate
With the scent of life’s own grinding wheel
As cruel as it is great
[Verse 4]
As the day breaks into noon
The smell begins to fade
But within the hearts of Dubliners
An etching has been made
A reminder of the morning’s fight
And of the price they've paid
In the shadow of the city
Where human hands have played