| Over in Killarney |
| Many years ago |
| Me Mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low. |
| Just a simple little ditty |
| In her good ould Irish way |
| And l’d give the world if she could sing |
| That song to me this day. |
| «Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li |
| Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don’t you cry |
| Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li |
| Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that’s an Irish lullaby. " |
| Oft in dreams I wander |
| To that cot again |
| I feel her arms a-huggin' me As when she held me then. |
| And I hear her voice a -hummin' |
| To me as in days of yore |
| When she used to rock me fast asleep |
| Outside the cabin door. |
| «Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li |
| Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don’t you cry |
| Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li |
| Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that’s an Irish lullaby… » |