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