Sir, From reading various articles and correspondence in The Irish Times, it seems to me that it has only recently been discovered that Dublin has a traffic problem. Gridlock is upon us and Road Rage is around the corner. The following verse from the nineteen twenties may therefore be of interest.
THE DONNYBROOK ROAD
All day
From Bray to Donnybrook,
From Donnybrook to Bray
The motor cars scurry.
The loud horns say -
"I'm in a hurry. Get out of my way!"
"I must get to Donnybrook."
"I must get to Bray,"
What if an angel
Leaning from the sky
Blew the last trumpet for every car,
And shouted, "Stop your en-
gines, for judgment is nigh!"
Would anyone listen? Would anyone hear?
Would anyone trouble to change his gear?
"Did you hear thunder?"
That's what they'd say.
Hurrying to Donnybrook.
Scurrying to Bray.
This was written by Winifred M. Letts in a book of verse entitled More Songs from Leinster, - Yours, etc.,
Dalkey, Co Dublin.