FAREWELL TO DUBLIN

Fare the well until we meet again down by the Liffey water
I'll bid farewell to Dublin and her streets of cobblestones
I'm going away to leave you, my friends and all the girls too
Till I return to see you, farewell old Dublin town

To the city of our fathers, where friends and foe have gathered
Where the Norman, Dane and Saxon have mingled with the Gael
Administered the kingdom and soon the Pale was reeling
To cradle Ireland's freedom in dear old Dublin town

Down by the river Poddle there was whiskey, stout and coddle
It was there with all the gentle folk, we laughed and danced then sang
And courted with your daughters and swam around your water
And seen our buildings slaughtered in dear Dublin town

I remember in my childhood her mountains and her wildwoods
I'd read of all her heroes in the classroom as a boy
Of Thomas Street where Emmet died, in Sackville Street they fought with pride
Of when brave Wolfe Tone did ride through dear old Dublin town.

Her poets they were many and her writers they were plenty
There was Swift with all his little folk and Joyce's Molly Bloom
Our heroes they're an unsung gang, there's Forty Coats and ould Bang Bang
And Zozimus who always sang of dear Dublin town.

And now I'm standing on the quay, my destiny's uncertain
Where fortunes have lost and won with the dealing of a hand
The past it is a purple haze, the future is an untold maze
The present is another gaze at dear old Dublin town.