Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Hush now, don't you cry.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
That's an Irish lullaby.
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Over in Killarney, many years ago,
My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low.
Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way.
And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today.
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