From[C] Dublin[F] streets and roads and down the years
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
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.