[Chorus]
Fare thee well until we meet again, down by the Liffey Water
I'll bid farewell to Dublin and your streets of cobblestones
I'm going away to leave you, me friends and all the girls too
Till I return to see you, farewell old Dublin town
To the city of our fathers, where friend and foe had gathered
Where the Norman, Dane and Saxon have mingled with the Gael
Administered the Kingdom but soon the Pale was reelin'
To cradle Irish freedom in dear old Dublin town
Down by the River Poddle, through whiskey stout and coddle
It's there with all the gentle folk we drank and laughed and sung
And courted with your daughters and swam around your waters
And seeing your buildings slaughtered in dear old Dublin town
I remember in my childhood, your mountains and your wild wood
I heard about your heroes in the classroom as a boy
Of Thomas Street where Emmet died
In Sackville place they fought with pride
Of the times when brave Wolfe Tone did ride in dear old Dublin town
Her poets, they were many, her writers, they were plenty
There was Swift with all his little and folk and Joyce and Molly Bloom
Her characters an unsung gang, there's forty coats and ol' bang bang
And Zozimus who always sang of dear old Dublin town
Fare thee well until we meet again, down by the Liffey Water
I'll bid farewell to Dublin and your streets of cobblestones
I'm going away to leave you, me friends and all the girls too
Till I return to see you, farewell old Dublin town
To the city of our fathers, where friend and foe had gathered
Where the Norman, Dane and Saxon have mingled with the Gael
Administered the Kingdom but soon the Pale was reelin'
To cradle Irish freedom in dear old Dublin town
Down by the River Poddle, through whiskey stout and coddle
It's there with all the gentle folk we drank and laughed and sung
And courted with your daughters and swam around your waters
And seeing your buildings slaughtered in dear old Dublin town
I remember in my childhood, your mountains and your wild wood
I heard about your heroes in the classroom as a boy
Of Thomas Street where Emmet died
In Sackville place they fought with pride
Of the times when brave Wolfe Tone did ride in dear old Dublin town
Her poets, they were many, her writers, they were plenty
There was Swift with all his little and folk and Joyce and Molly Bloom
Her characters an unsung gang, there's forty coats and ol' bang bang
And Zozimus who always sang of dear old Dublin town
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