I grew up on Dublin's northside, in Stoneybatter - one of the five ancient roads to Tara. Now, I live in Wicklow, but still feel the draw of my old hometown. Here's why ...
A friendly nod, a bit of wit,
A pint of plain, that's part of it.
Canal bank walks and side-street strolls
In the shadow of Vikings and brave rebel souls
Where the sound of great music,
The sight of fine art
And the lines of our wordsmiths
Have all played their part
To make this Fair City the one we adore,
From the breadth of her mountains
To the sands of her shore.
It's a home for all cultures
A haven of sorts
And a place that runs deep in all of our hearts