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Live at JJ's


I tell my Russian friend that it was no compatriot of his 

who composed Those Evening Bells

but Tom Moore of Aungier Street, 

in the age of gracious living, opulence and epaulettes. 


Since then his Minstrel Boy has died a thousand deaths, 

the last rose long ago lost its petals,  

but the melodies linger on, 

live at JJ’s, on the spot where Moore was born. 

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