G  D      A       D

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        A   D                 D7             G
From Dublin streets and roads - and down the years
             D                A7
Came great musicians and balladeers
            D           D7             G
There was a special one - a red haired minstrel boy
            D                   A       A7              D
And when he passed away, a city mourned - it's favorite son

[Chorus]
    A                              G
All round the markets and down the quays
             D                  A    A7
The sad news spread to the Liberties
             D           D7              G
The minstrel boy is gone - he'll sing no more,
             D                         A   A7           D
And Luke somehow we know - we'll never see - your like again.

[Verse]
            D                                G
He liked to laugh and sing, and he loved his jar
               D                 A
His songs rang out in every city bar
                   D                       G
As I walked by the old canal near where he used to live
            D                       A    A7              D
Down Raglan Road I'm sad as he'd so much - still left to give

[Chorus]
    A         D                    G
All round the markets and down the quays
             D                  A    A7
The sad news spread to the Liberties
             D           D7              G
The minstrel boy is gone - he'll sing no more,
             D                         A   A7           D
And Luke somehow we know - we'll never see - your like again.

[Verse]
        A       D                       G
Now the show is over, and the curtain's down
           D                      A
A flame no longer burns in Dublin Town
              D                       G
But while the Liffy flows beneath the Ha'penny bridge
            D                          A     A7            D
You'll be remembered Luke for all your songs - and all you did

[Chorus]
    A         D                    G
All round the markets and down the quays
             D                  A    A7
The sad news spread to the Liberties
             D                         G
The minstrel boy is gone,he'll sing no more,
             D                         A   A7           D
And Luke somehow we know - we'll never see - your like again.

    G        D                         A   A7           D    G  D
And Luke somehow we know - we'll never see - your like again.