Sweet fragrant and gay were the dear days departed
It carries me back to the land of my dreams
When i was a young lad both gay and lighthearted
And cares came and went like a happy moonbeam
Oh tis well that i know and ill always remember
That little thatched cottage and turf fire aglow
The peace and goodwill in the month of December
And the aul' Sunday dinner a long time ago
Our table was set with the best we could boast of
And our bread was as light as the first fall of snow
There was plenty for twenty and we made the most of
The aul' Sunday dinner a long time ago.
Now when Saturday night came my father and mother
They would each go to market but not stay too long
And I would be left in the care of my brother
And the poor fellow would sing me a song.
And when they'd return with their baskets full flowing
We would each get an apple and wanted to know
What we'd have for dinner for hints they'd throw in
And that aul' Sunday dinner a long time ago.
Tis many the years since I first saw that cottage
That sheltered my brothers and sisters and all
The fiddles the flutes and melodeons were ringing
It all seems so sad now but sweet to recall
Now the old folk are gone and the fiddles lay idle
No more on the hearth stone the dancers will go
My brothers are scattered but I'm sure they'll remember
The aul' Sunday dinner a long time ago
The tables were set with the best we could boast of
And our bread was as light as the first fall of snow
There was plenty for twenty and we made the most of
The aul' Sunday dinner a long time ago

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