There's a sweet
garden spot in my memory
Tis the place we were born and reared
Tis long years ago since we left there
But return there we will if we're spared
Our friends and companions
of childhood
We'd assemble each
night near a score
Around
Dan
Murphy's shop and how often we sat
On the stone that stood
outside his door
Those days in our hearts we
would cherish
Contented although we were poor
But the songs that were sung
on the days we were young
On the stone outside
Dan
Murphy's door
Each night when her day's
work was over
In the winter our spring
was still the same
The boys and the girls all together
Would join in some
innocent game
Dan
Murphy would bring down
his fiddle
While his daughter looked after the store
The music would ring and the
songs they would sing
On the stone outside
Dan
Murphy's door
Those days in her hearts
we would cherish
Untempted, although we were poor
But the songs that were sung
on the days we were young
On the stone outside
Dan
Murphy's door
Like again will our memories wander
To the scenes of our
childhood days
Our friends and companions we left there
It was poverty that caused us to stray
But still in this life we have
prospered
Though still in our hearts we feel sure
Our memories will fly to
the days now gone by
On the stone of
St.
Danmurphy's door
Those days in our hearts we
were cherries
Contented although we were poor
But the songs that were sung
on the days we were young
On the stone of
St.
Danmurphy's door
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