| lyric | Oh ye men of sweet Liverties Hall
And ye women all round the Coombe
On ye doth your Zozimus call.
To sustain ev’ry shuttle and loom
Bring your silks and your satins and tweeds
And your tabinets all in ther prime
Oh bring them forth perfect with speed
As you did in our parliament’s time.
Let us sing of the Coombe and each street
Long before the vile Union was known
When the lords and the nobles did meet
And around us a glory had thrown.
Then high were Newmarket and Court,
The Chambers, The Poddle, The Manor
Where thousands each day did resort
Placing trade on the Liberties banner.
Sing Brown Street and Sweet Warren Mount
Faddle Alley and then the oul Blackpits
Which hear from me their full account
And where I have made my best hits.
There is Cork Street and Mill Street and John Street
With their various alleys and lanes
With Marrowbone Lane ever sweet
Where strong water got ever more reigns.
Sing the streets of Ardee, Meath and Dean,
Thomas, Francis and dear Ashe of old,
With her chapels and schools which retain
A spirit unbroken and bold.
Then up with the fringes once more
And let Erin have justice and joys,
Free trade and home rule restore
And the rights of the Liberty boys. |