O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountainside. The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying. Tis you, Tis you must go and I must bide.
TRADITIONAL. NOW THE WIDOW LIVED BY THE STRAND. FOR FORTY YEARS WITHOUT A MAN. SHE DANCED AROUND AND SHE WAVED HER FAN. AND SET HER EYES ON ME UNCLE DAN.
Sweet forgiveness, that's what you give to me.. When you hold me close,. And you say: "That's all over.". You don't go looking back,. You don't hold the cards to stack..
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me. Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee. Sounds of the rude world heard in the day. Lulled by the moonlight have all passed away.
It'll burn you at the start, as if to breezes you were bare. Then drop deep into your heart like a single salty tear. And the heart full of spite will come to know regret.
There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City,. Where the girls of Limerick are much too pretty;. Joe Cooley's Reel on accordion,. Like the blues with the touch of O'Carolan..
So you're headed down a Southern way,. passing thru the Delta some time today?. In my mind, pictures line the walls. of a place I used to know, and vividly recall.
Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep. Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep. Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, and I've robbed both great and small.
Reject the burden of all earthly solace. Put from your heart the claims of home and wife. Does your child hunger? Give unto a stranger. The bread that once would feed that little life..
She's got a phone in one hand, a hairbrush in the other. and she says, "Life's too short to stay home and be a mother". She says she can have it all 'cause that's The New Deal.
In the merry month of june, from me home I started. left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken hearted. saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother. drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,.
Chorus:. oh,row, the rattlin' bog,. The bog down in the valley-o.. The rare bog the rattlin' bog,. The bog down in the valley-o.. . Well in the bog there was a hole,.
When I first come to this country in eighteen and forty-nine. I saw many fair lovers but I never saw mine. I viewed it all around me, saw I was quite alone.
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door. They came brave and bold-ee-oh. And there's one sang high and the other sang low. And the lady sang the Raggle Taggle gypsie-oh.
Make me feverish, sleepless. and breathless,. Le the years of prostration be long,. 0 Lord, take my child and companion,. And destroy the sweet power of song..
Oh, you landsmen and you seamen come listen to my song.. It's of a trick was played on me, it won't delay you long.. I came from sea the other day a fair girl i did meet..
No use crying, talking to a stranger,. naming the sorrow you've seen. Too many bad times, too many sad times. Nobody knows what you mean. . Chorus:. But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows.
She'd never been there before. She'd never been there before. A young man asked her recently. To come and sit upon his knee. He tickled her in the ribs.
My love stood under a walnut tree. Over the garden wall. She whispered and said she'd be true to me. Over the garden wall. She had beautiful eyes and beautiful hair.
Take me back to my Western boat,. Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's,. Where the hagdowns sail and the foghorns wail,. With my friends the Browns and the Clearys,.