| From Dublin streets and roads and down the years
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| Came great musicians and balladeers
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| There was a special one, a red haired minstrel boy
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| And when he passed away, a city mourned its favorite son
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| All around the markets and down the quays
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| The sad news it spread to the Liberties
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| The minstrel boy is gone, he’ll sing no more
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| And Luke somehow you know, we’ll never see your likes again
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| He liked to laugh and sing; |
| he loved a jar
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| And his songs rang out in many city bars.
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| I walk by the old canal near which he used to live,
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| Down Raglan Road I’m sad, as he’d so much left to give
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| All around the markets and down the quays
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| The sad news it spread to the Liberties
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| The minstrel boy is gone, he’ll sing no more
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| And Luke somehow you know, we’ll never see your likes again
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| The show is over, the curtain’s down
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| A flame no longer burns in Dublin Town
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| While the Liffey flows beneath the Ha’penny Bridge
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| You’ll be remembered Luke for all your songs and all you did
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| All around the markets and down the quays
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| The sad news it spread to the Liberties
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| The minstrel boy is gone, he’ll sing no more
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| And Luke somehow you know, we’ll never see your likes again |