1. Oh the little boats have gone, from the breast of Anna Liffey, and the Ferrymen are stranded on the quai,

2. Now the only job I had, it was hard, but never lonely. The river ferry made a man of me.

3. So now I'll tnet the yard, and I'll spend my days a talkin' I'll hear them whisper, "Charlie's on the dole..."

The Dublin docks are dying, and a way of life is gone Its over Molly, over it's plain to see

And it's gone without a whisper, and forgotten even now. And Molly it was part of you and me!

But Molly we're still livin', and darlin' we're still young, and the river never owned me heart or soul!

Where the strawberry beds, sweep down to the Liffey, you kissed away the worry from my brow

I love you well today and I'll love you more tomorrow, if you ever love me Molly, love me now!