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There's a sweet garden spot in my memory It's the place we were born in and reared
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It's long years ago since we left it but return there we will if we're spared
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Our friends and companions of childhood would assemble each night near a store
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Round Dan Murphy's shop, and how often we sat on the stone outside Dan Murphy's door


[Chorus]

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Those days in our hearts we will cherish  Contented although we were poor
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And the songs that were sung In the days we were young On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door


[Verse 2]

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When our day's work was over we'd meet there In the winter or spring just the same
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Then the boys and the girls all together Would join in some innocent game
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Dan Murphy would take down his fiddle While his daughter looked after the store
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The music did ring and sweet songs we would sing On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

[Verse 3]

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Back again will our thoughts often wander To the scenes of our childhood's home
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The friends and companions we left there It was poverty caused us to roam
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Since then in this life we have prospered But still in our hearts we feel sore
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For memory will fly to those days long gone by And the stone outside Dan Murphy's door