There are many roads to Dublin, but some will tell you no
They will tell you the one true road, if to Dublin you want to go
They will insist to you this road is the one to take, the road they show
Because they knew a man who went to Dublin a long long time ago!
You must go through Kilbeggan, folk from Banagher and Tullamore will tell
So will folk from Galway, and from Athlone as well
But fork from Granard or Ballinalee will laugh at you and say to go to hell
You go through Kells or Mullingar to get to Dublin they will yell!
Men from Cork and Kerry will say you go through Kildare
The Galway folk and Offaly folk will say they too pass through there
But the men from Belfast and Armagh at you will scoff and stare
When they go up to Dublin, they come down through Newry fair!
That all roads lead to Dublin all men will agree
That each prefer their own the truth all men can see
We cannot walk anothers’ road, one that does, foolish is he!
As it is with journeys, so with religions and faiths it does be!
Our religions show the road from which our folk have came
The route we understand we learn, for it we are not to blame
We must understand we all walk our own roads, there is no pride or shame
For we are on on the same journey, some walk, more by car, the destination is the same!