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The Stone Outside Dan Murphy's Door

The Stone Outside Dan Murphy's Door

 There's a sweet garden spot in our memory
 It's the place we were born in and reared
 It's long years ago since we left it
 But return there we will if we're spared
 Our friends and companions of childhood
 Would assemble each night near a score
 Round Dan Murphy's shop, and how often we sat
 On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

 Cho:     Those days in our hearts we will cherish
               Contented although we were poor
               And the songs that were sung
               In the days we were young
               On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

 When our day's work was over we'd meet there
 In the winter or spring just the same
 Then the boys and the girls all together
 Would join in some innocent game
 Dan Murphy would take down his fiddle
 While his daughter looked after the store
 The music did ring and sweet songs we would sing
 On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

 Back again will our thoughts often wander
 To the scenes of our childhood's home
 The friends and companions we left there
 It was poverty caused us to roam
 Since then in this life we have prospered
 But still in our hearts we feel sore
 For memory will fly to those days long gone by
 And the stone outside Dan Murphy's door


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