Chorus
                                    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!
                                    When the boys began to gather
                                    In the glen of a summer's night
                                    And the Kerry piper's tuning
                                    Made us long with wild delight!
                                    Oh, to think of it
                                    Oh, to dream of it
                                    Fills my heart with tears!
                                    
                                    Chorus
                                    
                                    Was there ever a sweeter Colleen
                                    In the dance than Eily More
                                    Or a prouder lad than Thady
                                    As he boldly took the floor.
                                    
                                    Lads and lasses to your places
                                    Up the middle and down again
                                    Ah, the merry hearted laughter
                                    Ringing through the happy glen!
                                    Oh, to think of it
                                    Oh, to dream of it
                                    Fills my heart with tears!
                                    
                                    Chorus
                                    
                                    Time goes on, and the happy years are dead
                                    And one by one the merry hearts are fled
                                    Silent now is the wild and 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
                                    Stealing out of the past once more
                                    And the sound of the dear old music
                                    Soft and sweet as in days of yore.
                                    
                                    When the boys began to gather
                                    In the glen of a summer's night
                                    And the Kerry piper's tuning
                                    Made us long with wild delight!
                                    Oh, to think of it
                                    Oh, to dream of it
                                    Fills my heart with tears!
                                    
                                    Chorus