Outside Dan Murphy’s Door

"'Stone Outside Dan Murphy's Door?"

"St-Stone Outside Dan Murphy's Door! With, uh, dear regards to dear old Tom McGrath, from whom I learned it."

There's a dear garden spot in my memory
'Tis the place we were born in and reared
It is long many years since I left there
But return there we will if I'm spared
Now, me friends and companions of childhood
Would assemble each night by the store
Around Dan Murphy's shop, and how often they'd stop
On the stone outside the door

Those days in my heart, I will cherish
Contented although I am poor
With 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 to the scenes of my childhood
'Tis the place where my thoughts oft-times stray
With the boys and the girls altogether
Would join in some innocent play
Dan Murphy would take down his fiddle
While his daughter looked after the store
And the music would ring and sweet songs we would sing
["Where was that, Mac?"]
On the stone by Dan Murphy's door

Those days in my heart, I will cherish
Contented although I am poor
With the songs that were sung
In the days we were young ["Where was that, Mac?"]
On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door