A leprechaun's final resting place?

Oh Danny Boy, the plows, the plows are calling
From curb to curb, and down the snow berm's side
The winter's gone, and all the ice is melting,
It's time to take my space saver back inside.

But come ye back, when winter's in South Boston,
I've made a parking space that's clear of snow.
And left a lawn chair in it as a marker,
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.

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