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I walk the streets of Dublin town
It's 1842
It's snowing on this Christmas Eve
Think I'll beg another bob or two
I'll huddle in this doorway here
Till someone comes along
If the lamp lighter comes real soon
Maybe I'll go home with him.

Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own.

The horses on the cobbled stones pass by
Think I'll get one one fine day
And ride into the countryside
And very far away.
But now as the daylight disappears
I best find a place to sleep
Think I'll slip into the bell tower
In the curch just down the street.

Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own.

Maybe on the way I'll find the dog
I saw the other night
And tuck him underneath my jacket
So we'll stay warm through the night
And as we lie in the bell tower high
And dream of days to come
The bells o'er head will call the hour
The day we will find a home.

Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own.

Dickens Dublin Transcript
Joyful mystery, the birth of our lord... This night our Lady and St. Joseph
was going up to get registered and um they were going down the road and
they met his man... and he said have you any room and he said 'Not but
there's an old stable over there that I owned... If yous want to get into
it...And they went over and the Lord came down from heaven at twelve
o'clock and loads of beautiful angels was with them... and when they were
walkin....

These three wise kings... um... they were all from different countries. And
they always looked up at the sky and they looked up this ni