Twas down by the Anna Liffey,
One morning I did stray,
Where in the good old slushy mud,
The seagulls sport and play,
We caught the whiff of fish and chips,
And Mary softly sighed,
"Ah, John come along for a one and one,
Down by the Liffey side."

Then down along be George's street,
The loving pairs did view,
While Mary swanked it like a queen,
In a skirt of navy blue,
Her hat was lately turned,
And her blouse was newly dyed,
You couldn't match her amber locks,
Down by the Liffeyside.

And on her old melodeon,
How sweetly she did play,
'Goodbye', and 'Don't you sigh',
And she'd eke "'Down Texas Way',
But when she turned Sinn Féiner,
I nearly burst with pride,
To hear her fong 'The Soldier's Song',
Down by the Liffey side.

On Sunday morning to Meath street,
Together we will go,
Then it's up to Father Murphy,
We both would make our vows,
He'll join our hands in wedlock bands,
And we'll be soon outside,
For a whole afternoon, for our honeymoon,
Down by the Liffeyside.

And we'll have little children,
And we'll rare them neat and clean,
To shout, "Up the Republic!"
And sing about Sinn Féin,
For to emulate their old fellas,
Who England's power defied,
Sending off big guns against the Saxon Huns ,
Down by the Liffeyside.