Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Stone Outside Dan Murphy's Door 
There's a sweet garden spot in my memory 'Tis the place I was born in and reared 'Tis long years ago since I left it But return there I will if I'm spared To the friends and companions of childhood Who'd assemble each night by the score Round Dan Murphy's shop, and there we would stop At the stone that stood outside his door Those days in our hearts we will cherish Contented although we were poor And the songs that we sung in the days we were young On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door 
Break 
When our days work was over we'd go there In summer or winter the same The boys and girls would assemble And join in some innocent game Dan Murphy would bring down his fiddle While his daughter would look after the store The music would ring and the songs we would sing On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door Those days in our hearts we will cherish Contented although we were poor And the songs that we sung in the days we were young On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door And the songs that we sung in the days we were young On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door