The Kerry Dance

Was there ever a sweeter calling in the

glens than Eile Mor? Or a finer love than

Tally, who we boldly

took the floor? Dancing, laughing

to your pipes,

the guts of fiddling known again.

Oh, the merry-hearted laughter

ringing

through the

happy glen. Oh,

to think of it, oh,

to dream of it, fills my

heart with

cheer.

Oh, the days of Kerry dancing,

oh, the ring of the piper's

tune. Oh, for one of those hours

of gladness, oh,

I'd last a life or

two.

Time goes on, and

happy years are dead,

and one by one, the

merry hearts are fled.

Silent now is the

wild, lonely glen, where the

bright,

glad laugh will echo

ne'er again.

Only dreaming of days gone

by, in my heart

I hear.

Loving voices of old companions,

cheering us at the dance once more.

And the sound of the dear old music,

oh, thankfully telling

days of yore. When the

boys began to gather in the gleam of a

summer night, and

the Kerry pipes were tuning, played us all

with mighty

light. Oh, to think

of it, oh, to dream of

it, fills my heart with

cheer.

Oh, the days of Kerry dancing, oh,

the ring of the piper's tune. Oh,

for one of

those hours of

gladness, oh, I'd last a life or two.