The Dublin Minstrel

From Dublin’s streets and roads, all down the years
Came great musicians and balladeers
There was a special one, a red-haired minstrel boy
And when he passed away
A city mourned its favourite son

All round the markets and down the quays
The sad news spread through The Liberties
The minstrel boy was gone, he’ll sing no more
And Luke somehow we know
We’ll never see your likes again

He liked to laugh and sing, he loved a jar
And his songs rang out in many city bars
I walk by the old canal near where he used to live
Down Raglan Road I’m sad
As he’d so much left to give

All around the market and down the quays
The sad news spread through The Liberties
The minstrel boy is gone, he’ll sing no more
And Luke somehow, we know
We’ll never see your like again

Now the show is over, the curtains down
A flame no longer burns in Dublin town
While the Liffey flows beneath the Ha’penny Bridge
You’ll be remembered Luke for all your songs
And all you did

All around the markets and down the quays
The sad news spread to The Liberties
The minstrel boy is gone, he’ll sing no more
And Luke somehow we know
We’ll never see your like again