64 LIFFEY STREET....

" I have a little story, that I'd dearly love to tell,
it includes my lovely cousin, her name is Margaret Bell.
There is no prouder Scouser that you would ever get to meet,
she was born, and raised in Liverpool on good old Liffey street.
In her beloved City of Liverpool, she's lived there all her life,
proudly raised two daughters, she was a good, and honest wife.
In my early years us cousins, we all shared the same old house,
as our parents...(sisters Marie, and my mum Margaret,)  never had a spouse.
We played our games outside our front door, on Liffey street at No 64.
Cousins David, Joyce, our Margi, and me,
also my little brother Mike, who was not yet three.
It was hard for our mothers to clothe us, and feed,
but we knew we were all loved, what else did we need?
My eldest cousin Margaret would always be in charge,
and often have us all in tow,
for a picnic with jam butties, off to Woolton woods happily we all would go,
Once back home, we'd leg it through the narrow back alleys,
and "bellyflop" from wall to wall,                                            
it never entered our little heads that we could ever trip, and fall.
Also climbing through the "bombdies" we'd have endless hours of fun,
and racing along the tar cobbled streets, to see how fast we could all run.
Our lovely big cousin Margaret, always looked after us when we played outside our old front door,
many, many years ago back in good old Liffey street...yeah at No 64."

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