After our affair
I swore that I'd leave Dublin
And in that line
I'd left behind the years
The tears, the memories and you in Dublin

At the quays
Friends come to say farewell
We'd laugh and joke, and smoke
And later on the boat
I'd cry over you.

How can I leave the town
That brings me down 
That has no jobs is blessed by God
and makes me cry, Dublin

And at sea
With blowing hair
I'd think of Dublin 
Of Grafton Street and Derby Square
Those of whom I care
And you, in Dublin