Oh, the little boats are gone
From the breast of Anna Liffey
And the ferrymen are stranded on the quay
The Dublin docks are dying
And a way of life is gone
Ah, Molly it was part of you and me

Chorus:
Where the strawberry beds
Sweep down to the Liffey
You’ll kiss away the worries from my brow
I love you well today and
I’ll love you more tomorrow
If you ever loved me Molly, love me now

It was the only job I knew
It was hard but hardly lonely
The Liffey ferry made a man of me
Now it's gone without a whisper
Half forgotten even now
And its over, Molly, over, can’t you see,
Chorus

Well, now I tend the yard
And spend my days in talking
And hear them whisper; Charlie’s on the dole
But Molly we’re still living
And Molly we’re still young
That river never owned me, heart nor soul,
Chorus
The Ferryman     by Pete St. John, Saint Music
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