O Dublin, you fair city

Cobbled streets, bounce beneath our feet

Carrying old souls and young dreamers

Arthur Guinness, your pearly gates

How you taught us, what’s worth a wait

You are your people, not your place

Beckett, Behan, Wilde and Yeats

You’ve worn many a different face

Stephens Green to College Green

All the change you must have seen

Your flower sellers see it all

On Grafton, where they’ve pitched their stall

Conversation carried on the breeze

From Poolbeg towers to the Liberties

There’s not a spot where strangers seat

For we’re all friends, who’ve yet to meet

Your tribes spread both North and South

Whisper your name from their mouth

Singing songs, chanting rhymes

Fond new memories, rare auld times

Where would we even start

You’ve carved your name in all our hearts

From Ballymore to Dublin Bay

The Liffey carries dreams away

Dublin, all of this to say, I may be gone tomorrow, but I’m here today