In Dublin Town The People See Gorgeous Clouds Sail Gorgeously, They Are Finer, I Declare, Than The Clouds Of Anywhere. A Swirl Of Blue And Red And Green, A Stream Of Blinding Gold, A Sheen From Silver Hill And Pearly Ridge Comes Each Evening On The Bridge. So When You Walk In A Field, Look Down, Lest You Tramp On A Daisy'S Crown, But In A City Look Always High And Watch The Beautiful Clouds Go By.