Letras
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