I found these lyrics and notes in a book called "Ballads from the Pubs of Ireland," edited by James N. Healy, Cork: Mercier Press, 1965, reprinted 1980, page 75. No tune is given in this book.

DEAR OLD CITY BY THE LEE
Origin not known.

Dear old city by the Lee,
What I would not give to be
Rolling home by your sunny hills so free,
Listening to the merry chimes
As we did in olden times
When our hearts were full of liberty.

Montenotte and St. Luke's,
They might attract your looks,
Fair Lane, Barrack Street and Evergreen.
There's the Courthouse, Gaol and College:
They teach different sorts of knowledge,
But yet the half of Cork you have not seen.

And also, so they say,
There is the famed Coal Quay.
There's a restaurant there that's famous for pigs' feet,
Where you get a feather bed,
And a fine feed of pig's head,
But don't forget to pay before you leave.

And so we turn our feet
Up to the North Main Street
As we walk up Shandon Street to Sweet Blackpool.
They have medals by the score;
Won eight 'counties' in a row,
And here's to the boys of Sweet Blackpool!

And now before we finish,
We'll have a pint of Beamish.
Murphy and Guinness is good, too;
But I'll never forget the oil
I had with Connie Doyle
The night we won the Junior County Cup!

"This is a song in cheerful praise of the city and its districts, but particularly of Blackpool and its team of hurlers, the Glen Rovers, which for a decade were unbeatable.

"It was certainly written during, or near the end of their period of dominance, probably near the end of the 'forties; I would like to have been able to trace and acknowledge the author, but cannot do so. Beamish and Murphy are the two local brews of stout. Guinness is, of course, made in Dublin."