Twas down by Anna Liffey,
My love and 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 won't you come for a one and one,
Down by the Liffey side."

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

And on her old melodeon,
How sweetly she could play,
She played 'Goodbye' and 'Do not you sigh',
And 'Down by Texas way',
And when she turned Sinn Féiner,
I nearly burst with pride,
For to hear her sing 'The Soldier's Song',
Down by the Liffey side.

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

And we'll have little children,
And rare them neat and clean,
To shout, "Up the Republic!"
And talk about Sinn Féin,
They'll do what their old father did,
To England's power defy,
We'll send then with guns gainst the Saxon Huns,
Down by the Liffey side.