Came grea[C]t musicians and balla[G]deers

There was a[C] special one.a red haired[F] minstrel boy

And when he[C] passed away,a city[G] morned its favorite[C] son

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All[C] around the markets and down the[F] quays

The sad[C] news spread to the liber[G]ties

The minstrel[C] boy is gone,he'll sing no[F] more,

And[G] Luke somehow[C] we know,we'll never see your likes again.

 

He liked to laugh and sing,he loved a jar

And his songs rand out in many city bars

I walked by the old canal near which he used to live

Down Raglan Road I'm sad as he'd so much left to give

 

Now the show is over,the curtain's down

A flame no longer burns in Dublin Town

While the Liffy flows beneath the Ha'penny bridge

You'll be remembered Luke for all your songs and all you did.