I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born|
Where there ain't no trees, no scent of grease, no fiel's of waving corn
But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free
There's six in a bed by the old pier head and it's Liverpool town for me
We dug the Mersey tunnel, boys, way back in thiry-three
Dug an hole in the ground until we found an hold called Wallasey
Then the foreman cried "Come on, outside! The roof is fallin' down"
While I'm tellin' you, Jack, we all swum back to dear old Liverpool town
There's every race and colour of face, there's every kind of name
But the pigeons on the pier head they treat you all the same
And if you walk above to Parlement Street you'll get faces black and brown
And I've also seen the orange-green in dear old Liverpool town
Performed by The Dubliners. Written by Kelly/Rosselson.