Over in Killarney, many years ago, My mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, in her good old Irish way, And I'd give the world if she could sing That song to me this day. 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. Oft in dreams I wander to that cot again, I feel her arms a-hugging me as when she held me then. And I hear her voice a-hummin' to me as in days of yore, When she used to rock me fast asleep outside the cabin door. 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.