Stepping away from your house
Wrapped up in a Sunday shroud
At Christchurch Christmas knell
I'm passing the Liberty Belle
And I hear it with such clarity, tolling the ages
The old Dublin people that keep it to themselves
Let's ring out the Liberty Bell
Woman after morning mass
Kneeling to her Sunday brass
She shines so very well
This last of the Liberty belles
Her weather-beaten, supple hands are yellowing pages
From hymn-books of traders, the songs of buy and sell
Let's ring out the Liberty Bell
Among the ghosts of market squares
As notes die out in freezing air
A world is waning in my view
I want to save it all for you
Out into the living night
To sup a little black and white
I'll have one for myself
And one for the Liberty Bell
And one more for the beaten road
To kick up the traces
Of the old Dublin people that kept it to themselves