Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 7, Episode 5 - An Irish Lullaby - full transcript

After Feratti's display of force, Ray and Terry travel to Coney Island to track down Ray's missing car. Mickey, Daryll, and Sandy continue their quest for the truth about the 1977 heist. Smitty seeks revenge on Adam Rain.

[Ray] Previously,
on Ray Donovan...

♪ dark music ♪

[crashing]

Let me see
your fuckin' hands!

Show me your fuckin' hands!
Hands!

- [chatter]
- [siren wailing]

So if we pay him $9 million,

he'll go ahead with the deal
at the lower price.

I'll talk to my father.

♪♪♪

- Fuckin'--
- [both grunting]



- [grunts]
- Oh!

You are fucking sorry!
Get the--

- Get the fuck out!
- Ma'am, ma'am!

♪♪♪

[all singing]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Jim Sullivan?

Look familiar?

[laughing]

[Claudette] Yes, I have
some information

about Mickey Donovan.

♪♪♪

Good morning.



Morning.

You okay?

Yeah. Sure.

[sighs]

Do you want some coffee?

I should probably go.

You say that a lot,
don't you?

I mean,
did it ever occur to you

maybe I'd like to go?

Maybe I'd like to be
the one

to make the big, dramatic exit.

It's your place.

Yeah, exactly.

You act like you're
the only person in the world

who struggles with intimacy.

[Jim] Ray Donovan.

If this was 25 years ago,

I'd have put
a fuckin' gun to your head.

How are you, Mr. Sullivan?

I've done pretty good
for myself since you left.

I made the Forbes list.
[laughs]

Who knew?

Some might say, um,
you picked the wrong horse.

So things didn't
pan out for you in Hollywood,

workin' for that Jew?

Ezra.

I heard about your father, Ray.

My condolences.

I recall that you didn't
think too highly of him.

Your father.
Huh?

So what are you up to now, Ray?

You broke with the mayor?

I should go.

That's a hell of a picture
you got of Kevin.

Fucked him up really good.

I gave it back.

I'd like to pay you.
For assurances.

It's not necessary.

Good to see you, Ray.

Don't be a stranger.

♪♪♪

[Mickey] '77 Brinks heist.

Who set it up?
Who was it?

It was your mother.

Uh, she needed the money
for your late-term abortion.

- [Mickey grunts]
- Oh! [groaning]

Don't fuck around.

Who are you?
Who are you?

I'm the Cisco Kid.
What's the difference who I am?

Look, you want me to break
both your legs, I can do that.

Or maybe you can just tell me
and you can walk away healthy.

Who was it?

It was Jimmy Sullivan,
wasn't it?

Why are you
protecting that scum?

Last time, Doyle.

Who was the double dealer?

Fuck you.

All right.

You should take this hose,
Mick.

Shove it down his throat.

I'll turn on the spigot,
he'll talk.

Mickey Donovan,
I knew it was you.

You fuckin' rat bastard
piece of shit.

Mickey Donovan is dead.

I have to listen
to this fuckin' shit?

You stole my fuckin' life.

- You want this? Here.
- Hey. Oh, no, no, no, Mick.

- No, no, don't--
- This--here.

- Don't do this.
- That's it. That's it.

- Mickey, no!
- Here. You're gonna love it.

- Here. Turn it on!
- Ahh! [grunting]

- [spigot squeaking]
- There.

Yeah, you like that?
You like that?

- Isn't that nice?
- [Doyle gurgling]

All right, okay.
All right, all right.

- Turn it off.
- [Doyle groaning]

All right, you wanna talk?
There, yeah.

- You had enough?
- [gagging]

Who was it?
Who the fuck was it?

It was ma--O'Malley.
O'Malley.

Your fuckin' buddy O'Malley,
huh?

- Yeah, he set it up.
- Yeah.

Where is he now?

He's got dementia!

He--he won't know anything.
Oh, fuck.

Where is he?

Patterson.
He's--he's in a--in a--

in a home, uh--
close to his boy.

Oh--[sighs]

- I appreciate your help.
- [coughs] Fuck you, Mick.

Mickey Donovan died
in an oil truck explosion.

Look it up.

[Mickey]
Okay, that's it.

♪♪♪

[sighs]

Okay, Pop.
Like, what now?

I mean,
he knows you're alive.

It don't matter.
He won't talk.

We're on the path, kid.

- Don't worry so much.
- "We're on the path," okay.

- [sighs]
- [gunshot]

[dogs barking outside]

[footsteps ascending]

You're a ghost, Mick.
Let's fuckin' keep it that way.

♪♪♪

[Daryll] Did you
shoot that guy?

♪♪♪

[bell jingles]

[engine starts]

[phone ringing]

[beep]

Hello?

[Valentina]
You motherfucker.

What?

You and your company
are fucking suing me?

Who is this?

I just got fucking served
with papers in my kid's room.

- In his room.
- Ah--I'm not part of that.

Then why is your fuckin' name
all over it, huh?

I took that thing,

and I threw it
in the garbage.

Oh, the fuck you did.

I swear to God.

Fuck you did.

Hey.

You all right?

Is he, uh--

I need that money.
[sniffles]

I need them to pay me
for what you fuckin' did.

I need to get my kid
out of this fuckin' place.

Okay.

Like, where do you need
to move him?

There's this guy

over at the Hospital
for Special Surgery.

Top rated spinal surgeon,
and he's our best chance

if Mateo's ever
gonna walk again,

but they don't take Medicaid,
so--

[sighs]

God damn it, never mind.
You know what? Fuck you.

Fuck you.

- [receiver clicks]
- No, wait.

[siren wails distantly]

♪ somber music ♪

[sighs]

[Amiot]
Where do you wanna start today?

I met someone.

- A woman?
- I knew her when I was a kid.

Well, I didn't know her.

Well--she's younger than me,
but I knew her father.

How do you feel?

[chuckles]

I had to ask.

[sighs]

She's nice.

Really?

Maybe too nice.

Why do you say that?

Too nice for someone like me.

- Someone like you?
- Yeah, you know, someone who's

fucked up every relationship
he's ever had.

So you're afraid
you're not reliable.

You think you can change, Ray.

You think the work we do here

can help you
do things differently.

I don't know.

Maybe we better
talk about this.

- What?
- This. The Parkinson's.

- Why?
- The time will come

when I won't be able
to practice anymore.

But that's not today.

When it's coming, I'll be able
to give you fair warning

and help you to--help you
to transition to someone else.

What do you mean,
someone else?

Someone else.

Is this upsetting you, Ray?

[line trilling]

This is Terry.
Leave a message.

- Terry, answer
your fuckin' phone, will you?

[beeps]

Can you take me
to Church and Duane, please?

[sighs]

Ter?

[Terry] It's open.

You all right?

I'm--I'm just tired.

[sighs] I been in bed.

[Ray] Three fuckin days?

I took a trip upstate.

With who?

It don't matter.
I'm back now.

[sighs]

- You takin' your meds?
- I threw 'em away.

- What?
- I met a shaman.

- A what?
- [sighs]

Never mind.

Oh.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

- You're out of food.
- I'm fine.

No, you're not fine, Terry.

Am I out of beer?

No, you got three beers.

Then I'm fine.

You gotta eat, Ter.

And you gotta take your meds,
all right?

Hey, Bunchy?

M-Michael's wanting
to talk to you in his office.

All right.

You sign that statement thing
the lawyer gave you?

I threw it away.

You threw the statement away?
Why?

'Cause it ain't the truth.

That's not what happened.
I can't sign it, all right?

If--if we get sued...

so be it.

Then clear out your locker,
please.

Okay, so you're--
you're really gonna fire me?

Value Drugs
has a clearly defined policy.

If a robbery occurs,
we don't interfere.

You're gonna fire me
'cause I was trying

- to do the right thing.
- Company policy.

Fuck this company.

Fuck 'em.
Fuck you.

Fuck you people!

I was on television.

[Muzak playing]

[chatter]

♪♪♪

[door opens]

I called Basset, got
your prescription filled.

Fuck you.

You're welcome.

Sit up.

Come on.

I mean it, you gotta
take your pills, Ter.

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

Fuck!

Well, gimme a fuckin' beer!

[opens refrigerator,
bottles rattle]

[Ray] You gotta take care
of yourself, Ter.

Yeah? Look who's talkin'.

[cell phone ringing]

- Yeah?
- Hey Dad, I found your car.

Please don't call me that.

Right, yeah, sorry.
Um, it's at

- Cyclone Tow and Impound.
- [Ray] Where?

Uh, Cyclone, like the ride.
It's in, uh, Coney Island.

Hey, babe.

- What?
- Oh, uh, not you. Bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm going to Coney Island.

- What for?
- My car's there.

You're comin' with me.

Come on.

[sighs]

What's wrong? I thought
you were going to work today.

I am. I thought, um--

Uh--do you wanna
go to breakfast

or just do something today?

[chuckles] Why?

I don't know. I thought--
I thought it'd be fun.

Well, I mean, I--
I can't leave.

I just started working here.

- I could call my dad.
- Don't do that.

I--I don't want you
calling your dad

asking for favors for me,
that's--

Are you okay?

I didn't work late
the other night.

So what does that mean?

I slept with Adam Rain.

What?

I slept--

- No, I heard
what you fuckin' said.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

It was a mistake.
It won't happen again.

[sniffles]

Please say something.

Oh, don't cry.

- Yeah--what--why not?
- Yell at me.

- What?
- Call me a piece of shit!

- Scream.
- I don't yell.

Tell me
I'm an awful fucking person.

- I don't hit.
- Do something.

[exhales]

Stop it.
Just fucking stop it!

[scoffs]

[clattering]

[Terry] You're doing
that therapy thing?

Yeah.
Why?

No reason.
Just askin'.

[sighs]

It help?

I don't know.

Yeah, maybe.

You just talk?

- Yeah.
- About what?

It's different every time, Ter.

- You like the guy?
- Yeah.

- He's got Parkinson's.
- So?

Maybe you should talk to him.

Why?
'Cause he got Parkinson's?

No, 'cause he's a smart guy.

I don't need
a fuckin' therapist.

Seriously, what do you
talk to him about?

[sighs]
Family, mostly.

- Mick?
- Yeah.

O'Connor?

No.

- No?
- Not what I'm there for.

Sure.

You got it all worked out, Ray.

I talk about Bridget sometimes.

Yeah?

Yeah.

He get you any answers?

I don't know.

Ah, it's good.

- You're trying.
- Sure.

It's fuckin' hopeful.

I had breakfast with Bridget.

The day she jumped.

I was training.
You remember?

I used to eat half a dozen eggs
before breakfast,

and I'd make Bridget some.

Yeah, anyway.
We had breakfast.

[sighs] She was wearing
her school uniform.

And I don't think she said
anything new, and...

I don't think I said
anything more to her than,

"You want eggs?"
And she nodded.

"You want eggs?
Here ya go."

And there you go.

♪ gentle music ♪

♪♪♪

[Jim] You all know
why you're here.

Kevin, as of
the first of the year,

you will be both CEO and COO
of Sullivan Industries.

[sighs] Thank you.

Yeah, well,
the competition was slim.

You getting my company
has about the same significance

as when I saw your daughter

gettin' that gold medal
for acrobatics

when she couldn't even
do a summersault

without lookin' like
a dog tryin' to fuck itself.

- Jesus.
- [laughs]

My, uh, oldest is amused.

It's good to see
the 19 drugs you take

so you won't kill puppies

has miraculously
left that part of your brain

that governs humor intact.

- Jim, may I suggest that we--
- Sure.

I--I know family dynamics
makes you uncomfortable,

so I'll try to be
more business-like.

Molly.

You will take over
full control of the foundation,

and you will have
a paid position on the board

and 15% of the company.

And I honestly hope that
you do some good in the world.

Thank you.

Declan,
you will receive a stipend

of $1.2 million a year,

broken up into
monthly installments

for the rest of your time
on this earth,

which can be handed off
only to your children.

You give full control to this
weakling, little faggot,

and you give Molly
access to everything,

but to me--

If this was the old days,

you woulda spent your life
locked in the cellar.

But we live in different times.

What the fuck
is that supposed to mean?

You want a go at me, son?

I'd break your fuckin' neck

if you weren't already
about to die.

[laughs, coughs]

That's the spirit.

That's the spirit.

[phone ringing]

[sniffles]

Hello?

Oh, hey, man.

Uh--Smit--Smitty, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, Hispes.

That's so tight, dude.
Genius.

Uh, is Ray there?

No.

Well, we are still having
some issues here.

Got some fans locked themselves
in the bathroom

saying they won't leave
unless they get Hispes too.

Is there any way
you could send somebody over?

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll handle it.

Great. Thanks.

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

Okay, why do I
gotta get O'Malley out?

'Cause old people
don't get old people

out of old people's homes.

That cloud looks
just like a dolphin.

Dolphins are a special sign
for me in my life.

Like my clover.

Everything's gonna be fine.

[chatter]

Oh, I didn't realize
Mr. O'Malley

had any outside
activities today.

Yes, uh,
Mr. O'Malley's son Ronnie,

uh, called and asked
if I could bring his father

to aquatic aerobics.

Oh, isn't that nice?

Doesn't Mr. O'Malley
need his bathing suit?

That's a long
fuckin' breakfast.

What do you wanna do?

Come on.

- She's my wife.
- Hey, hey, take it easy.

Take it easy!
Fuck!

No! Ahh! Ohh!

God! Ow!

- Ohh!
- She's my fuckin' wife!

Ohh, God!

Ohh! God!
[whimpering]

[breathing heavily]

[people screaming]

Let's do it.

O'Malley...

you remember the Brinks heist

when they fucked
Mickey Donovan?

Do you remember that?

Yaz.

Four.

Four for four.

Four for four?

Yaz went four for four.

1967.

[Mickey] That's it.
That's it!

[chuckles] Oh, Pop.
This guy is gone.

But he's really answering me
in a way.

'Cause we snuck into that game.

Him and me and Sullivan.

We hopped the fence
and we watch Carl Yastrzemski--

the Yaz--
hit four fuckin' home runs

and get the Sox
into the postseason.

- Oof.
- [laughs]

Well, at least
he can remember that.

Yeah, he's got it all up there.

He's got it all in there.
We just gotta get it out.

Hey, hey.

Remember fingerbangin' me
behind the rectory

when we were 15?

Huh?
[laughs]

Come on.
Those were the days!

♪ Those were the days,
my friend ♪

♪ We thought
they'd never end ♪

♪ We'd sing and dance
forever ♪

[both] ♪ And a day ♪

[all] ♪ We'd live the life
we choose ♪

♪ We'd fight and never lose ♪

♪ Those were the days ♪

♪ Oh, yes,
those were the days ♪

[both] ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪

♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la ♪

- Don't embarrass yourself.
- What?

Yeah, do you
remember Canobie Park?

- The roller coaster?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you screamed like a girl
the whole fuckin' ride.

- That was you, Ter.
- No, it wasn't.

It was. I think you even
pissed yourself.

Oh, fuck.
[screams]

[all screaming]

[Terry] Oh, what the fuck?

- Whoo!
- Oh, fuck! Fuck!

Oh, this is my favorite spot.

We used to grow
hydroponic pot out here.

- It's got everything.
- Yeah, it's beautiful.

- It's perfect.
- I'll get the cables.

There's a chair made for us.

Put him in this.
Come on.

Wait, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

What are you guys
gonna do to him?

We're gonna give his mind
a little jolt.

Jump-start his memory.
Come on.

[humming]

[Daryll] Whoa, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

You're gonna electrocute
this dude?

Don't worry about it.

[Mickey]
We know what we're doing.

- [humming]
- [Mickey] The brain...

is electricity.

- That's all it is.
- No, no.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Pop.
Come on, now.

I mean, you--you're not gonna
get anything from this guy.

He's fuckin' old.
He's gone.

Some great people were helped
by electric shock.

Ju--Judy Garland.

There was
a Russian piano player.

Can't remember his name.

- [Mickey] Dick Cavett.
- [Daryll] Who?

- Talk show host.
- [O'Malley screams]

[grunts]

[O'Malley growling]

[growls]

- [grunts]
- Ahh!

- Ahh!
- Ho--holy shit!

What the fuck?

Ahh! Mick! Daryll!

[screaming]

- [grunting]
- Help me!

[both grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

Ahh! Fuck!

- [blow lands]
- Ahh!

- [growls]
- Ohh!

[grunting]

[grunts] Fuck!

[O'Malley screams]

[grunting]

- [Sandy screaming]
- [blow landing]

[thud]

What the fuck?
[chuckles]

Yeah, he's coming around.
See?

What happened with the heist?

Tell me.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, fuck you don't.

What is this?
What is this?

How'd this end up

in Jim Sullivan's
safety deposit box, huh?

How should I know?

Sandy.

- Pop.
- Okay, let's do this.

Give me a little juice.

[crackling]

[screaming]

- Jesus Christ, Mickey.
- Who set it up?

- Who set it up?
- Jimmy.

- Jimmy.
- Jimmy.

We needed a fall guy.

That was you.
[laughs]

What about you?

Why did Sullivan
let you skate?

- What'd you have on him?
- Nothin'.

- Don't lie to me.
- Nothin'.

Sandy, more juice.

Turn it up, turn it up.

[electricity humming]

- [crackling]
- [screaming]

Jesus, Pop!
Will you stop?

Man, you're just
torturing him at this point.

[exhales] Tapes.

What?

I made tapes.

My office was wired,
and I--I taped

every fucking thing
Jimmy ever said to me.

[Mickey]
I knew it.

I knew he had to have
some kinda hold

on that cocksucker!

What'd you do with the tapes?
O'Malley--

- [drops cables]
- O'Malley?

He's dead.
He's gone.

Pop, come on.
I did not sign up for this.

If you two are gonna stand
there and piss in your shoes,

I say we get the fuck
out of here.

♪♪♪

God, I miss that--
I miss that feeling.

What feeling?

When we were kids and
you had a body that ran

and you had a mind that just--
just worked good.

Yeah.

[birds cawing]

[roller coaster rumbles,
passengers screaming]

- Can I ask you somethin'?
- Sure.

When the time comes,

I don't wanna be
a fuckin' vegetable.

- When the time comes--
- Come on, Terry, stop.

See, Abby had it right.

She went out on her own terms.

It's the strongest
fuckin' thing I ever saw.

I know you're not happy
about it, and...

I'm never gonna apologize
because it was the right thing.

Ray, I'm sorry
that I got confused

about how I felt about it,
but...

it was fucked up.

And I'm sorry.

Fuck you.

Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

[roller coaster rumbles,
passengers screaming]

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

[Bunchy] Open up
the cash register, now.

- [people clamoring]
- Now. Come on.

[Ray] Excuse me.
Excuse me.

I'm here to pick up my car.

Yeah, you're gonna have to
come back after lunch.

- After lunch?
- Well, when we were here

an hour ago, it said
you were out to breakfast.

Yeah, and now
I'm going to lunch.

Look, my car's parked
right there.

You mind if we take care
of this now?

You're gonna have to
come back in an hour.

- An hour?
- That's what the fuck I said.

[grunts]

♪♪♪

[tires screeching]

Open the fuckin'
cash register, now.

- [typing, register beeping]
- Now.

Put the money in a plastic bag.

Put it in the bag.
Come on!

Hurry the fuck up.

♪♪♪

There you go.

- [phone rings]
- [police radio chatter]

What did you do?

Smitty.

Don't fuckin' touch me.

You want me to be like that?

I can be like that.

I didn't mean for you to--

Go fuck yourself.

- [Ray] The fuck's a shaman?
- [Terry] I--I actually--

I--I don't really know.

I--I took this drug ayahuasca

'cause I met this pretty girl
in a drug store,

and it gave me visions.

Ah--but I thought
they were prophesies

'cause I--I saw Mick dead,
and then Mick was dead.

But then he wasn't dead,

so all I was doing
was just seeing Mick.

And I can do that myself

without vomiting
and shitting my pants.

[phone ringing]

- [beeps]
- Hello?

You were weird this morning.

Why?

I don't know.

Do you not wanna see me again?

Are you there?

Yeah.

Did you just get uncomfortable?

- What? Now?
- No. This morning.

Oh. Yeah.

I wanna see you tonight.
I wanna talk to you.

Will you meet me?

- All right.
- Good.

- I'll text you an address.
- [line clicks]

[beep]

What?

It's good to see you happy.

- [loud clatter]
- [brakes screech]

Fuck!

- [Ray] You all right?
- Yeah.

Fuck was that?

[deer breathing raggedly]

♪♪♪

- Oh, Jesus.
- She's in a lot of pain.

[deer groaning]

She's suffering.

- Let's go.
- Get your gun.

What?

- Get your gun.
- [deer grunting]

♪♪♪

[sighs]

Put her down, Ray.

My hand's shaking too bad.

Put her down, please.

[cocks gun]

[deer groaning]

♪♪♪

[gunshot]

♪♪♪

[engine starts]

[machinery beeping,
pumping air]

You said you needed money.

[zips bag open]

There's 17 grand in there.

Dad?

Bunchy?

Look, Dr. Goldstein,
the place where he is now,

I don't trust them to fix him.

The appearance of a facility
can be misleading.

Would you want your kid there?

Listen, everything I've read
says you're the best.

And that is what
my son deserves.

- [sighs]
- Look, Doc,

maybe we could do this
a different way, all right?

We were thinking

maybe you could give us, like,
an all-cash discount.

Even if I could...

negotiate my fee,

the hospital stay would be--
I'm guessing--

beyond your means.

I truly think
that you're better off

staying where you are.

It's like that.

He's--

My son is going to be
in a wheelchair

for the rest of
his fucking life.

I'm sorry.
There's nothing I can do.

♪♪♪

- Okay
- [Bunchy] All right.

[zips bag]

Let's get the fuck out of here.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[sighs]

Imagine if you had gotten
your share of that money.

I'd have been
a billion-fuckin'-aire.

[chuckles]

I'm serious.

I would've made money
with that money.

Remember George Best,
the soccer player?

Yeah. Why?

Well, he lost
all his money, too.

And, uh, he said something
along the lines of,

"I spent all my money
on wine, women, and song.

And the rest
I squandered foolishly."

That ain't me.

♪♪♪

[keys rattle]

- [Ray] You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, I just--

Just give me a beer.

[sighs]

You know you can't stay here
much longer, right?

You're gonna come stay
with me and Bunch.

[sighs] The fuck I am.

It'll be good
for all of us.

Fuck you.

I li--like it here.
I'm fine.

Will you stop saying that?
You're not fuckin' fine.

Do you remember the, uh,
the song Mom sang?

What?

When she was
puttin' us to bed.

The Irish one.

"Too Ra Loo Ra"?

Yeah.

- ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ♪
- [laughs] Oh, Jesus.

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-li ♪

[both]
♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ♪

♪ Hush now don't you cry ♪

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ♪

♪ Too-- ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ♪

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-li ♪

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ♪

♪ That's an Irish lullaby ♪

♪♪♪

[reporter on radio]
An elderly man was kidnapped

from his nursing home,
tortured and murdered.

Hikers found the body

of retired Boston
police officer

Larry O'Malley,
age 83,

at a remote wooded area
this evening.

O'Malley's kidnappers--

♪♪♪

[chatter]

♪♪♪

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

♪ "Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral"
plays ♪

♪♪♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Over in Killarney ♪

♪ Many years ago ♪

♪ Me 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 ♪