I crossed the River Liffey bridge and went on up the town

By Coffey's clock 'twas plain to see time was moving on

Past Neeson's and John Johnson's, Tommy Toker's and Keddy's

How's it going says Paddy Dolan, Game ball said Skinner Beane

The morning hooter called the workers to the factory line

To weave, the bales of sisal in, to rope and bind the twine

Beneath the weeping ash I heard Jack Lawlor's anvil ring

Back down the town in Cummins's I heard John McCormack sing

From Hawkfield and Kilbail and Chinatown and Rosies Lane

Scattered round the world we dreamt of coming home again

From the rocks of Sydney Harbour, from the Bronx and Birmingham

To the Sandy Hills, the Seven Springs, to the waters of the Fen

Walking down the Moorefield Road my father he told me

Of the Carbole evictions back in nineteen fifty three

The story of Clongowrie, the hunger and despair

Gone but not forgotten days in the history of Kildare

To stand upon the Gibraltar I walked across the plains

By Donnelly's Hollow heard the keening of the currarans

Black and tans in the barracks as young rebels crossed the fields

From the Backlanes and the Boreens came Sheehans and O'Neills

From Hawkfield and Kilbail and Chinatown and Rosies Lane

Scattered round the world we dreamt of coming home again

From the rocks of Sydney Harbour, from the Bronx and Birmingham

To the Sandy Hills, the Seven Springs, to the waters of the Fen

Here comes Darkie Prendergast and Mrs Charlie Weld

The Holfords and the Ethereys, the Robisons and the Bells

The owners and the trainers, stallions and broodmares

The fillies, colts and yearlings on the gallops of Kildare

There's the Roo, the Goo, there's Gandy, every nickname brings a smile

Tell Fido, Conch and Corny I'll be home in a little while

As the sun goes down behind the town we'll gather down the Strand

We'll dance to Jimmy Dunny's orchestra, Tom Wilmot's Kelly Band

From Hawkfield and Kilbail and Chinatown and Rosies Lane

Scattered round the world we dreamt of coming home again

From the rocks of Sydney Harbour, from the Bronx and Birmingham

The Lillies of the Short Grass they're coming home again