Liffeyside

The sweet smell of gorse in the summer
 The touch of blue mountain so near
 The bloodrush of horses at sunrise
 The song of the old oak I hear
 Your bluebelled woodlands I've rambled
 I've seen swallows preparing to fly
 Rested my tired old heartaches
 In a cradle below your big sky
 And oh the Liffeyside
 Noble river, flows so free
 No matter where I wander
 You are home to me
 Sometimes this world makes me weary
 I see troubles all over the land
 Pollardstown's long grassy breezes
 Remind me where goodness began
 The sweet smell of gorse in the summer
 The touch of blue mountains so near
 The bloodrush of horses at sunrise
 The song of the old oak I hear
 And oh the liffeyside
 Noble river, flows so free
 No matter where I wander
 You are home to me