From Dublin streets and roads and 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 favorite son
All around the markets and down the quays
The sad news it spread to the Liberties
The minstrel boy is gone, he'll sing no more
And Luke somehow you 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 which he used to live,
Down Raglan Road I'm sad, as he'd so much left to give
All around the markets and down the quays
The sad news it spread to the Liberties
The minstrel boy is gone, he'll sing no more
And Luke somehow you know, we'll never see your likes again
The show is over, the curtain's 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 it spread to the Liberties
The minstrel boy is gone, he'll sing no more
And Luke somehow you know, we'll never see your likes again
