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 come on for a one and one,
Down by the Liffey side."

And on her old melodeon,
How sweetly she could play,
'Goodbye', aye, and 'Don't you sigh',
And down by Texas way,
Ah, but when she turned Sinn Féiner,
My heart near burst with pride,
For to hear her play 'The Soldier's Song',
Down by the Liffey side.

And we'll have little children,
And rare them neat and clean,
To shout, "Up the Republic!"
And talk about Sinn Féin,
To emulate their old fellas,
Who England's laws defied,
And to turn their guns against the Saxon Huns,
Down by the Liffey side.

And then two raggy oldies,
Together we will go,
The rapture there that filled our hearts,
No poor waiter could know,
We filled ourselves with double ones,
And Mary sobbed and sighed,
"Sure I'll live forever eating chips,
Down by the Liffeyside.".