Men of sweet Liberties Hall

Lyrics

Oh ye men of sweet Liberties Hall
And ye women all round the Coombe
On ye weavers we must call
To sustain every shuttle and loom
Bring your silks and your satins and tweeds
And your cabinets all in their prime
Oh bring them forth perfect with speed
As you did in our parliament’s time

Let us sing of the Coombe and each street
Long before the vile Union was known
When the lords and the nobles did meet
And around us a glory had thrown
Then high were Newmarket and Court
The Chambers, The Poddle, The Manor
Where thousands each day did resort
Placing trade on the Liberties banner

Sing Brown Street and sweet Warrenmount
Faddle Alley and then me oul Blackpits
Which hear from me their full account
And where I have made my best hits.
There is Cork Street and Mill Street and John Street
With their various alleys and lanes
With Marrowbone Lane ever sweet
Where strong water got ever more reigns

Sing the streets of Ardee, Meath and Dean,
Thomas, Francis and dear Ashe of old
With her chapels and schools which retain
Oh, a spirit unbroken and bold
Then up with the fringes once more
And let Erin have justice and joys
Free trade and home rule restore
And the rights of the Liberty boys


Notes

By “Zozimus” Michael Moran


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Dublin


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