.Oh the little boats have gone,
from the breast of Anna Liffey,
and the Ferrymen are stranded on the quai,
The Dublin docks are dying,
and a way of life is gone
Its over Molly, over can't you see
Where the strawberry beds,
sweep down to the Liffey,
you'll kiss away the tro.
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