Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing,
Oh, the ring of the Piper's tune,
Oh, for one of those hours of gladness
Gone alas, like our youth, too soon.
Was there ever a sweeter Colleen
In the dance the nightly bore,
Or a prouder lad than Paddy
As he boldly took the floor
Lads and lasses, to your places
Up the middle and down again
Are the merry -hearted laughter
Ringing through the happy glen
Oh, to think of it, oh, to dream of it,
fills my heart with tears.
Oh, the days of the caddy dancing,
oh, the ring of a piper's tune.
Oh, for one of those hours of gladness,
And one by one the merry hearts are fled
Silent now is the wild and lonely glen
Where the bright lad laugh
Only dreaming of days gone by,
Loving voices of old companions,
stealing out of the past once more
And the sound of the dear old mu sic
Soft and sweet as in days of yore
When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer night
And the merry piper's tuning
made us long with wild de light.
Oh, to think of it, oh, to dream of it,
fills my heart with tears.
Oh, the days of the carry dancing,
oh, the ring of the piper's tune.
Oh, for one of those hours of gladness,
God bless, like our youth too soon.