Danny Boy

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This will always bring me back to the days I used to take part in Scottish Country Dance, something I did for several years, and after each dance we'd go to our favorite pub, the Kells, in Post Alley.  When it got quite late in the evening the owner would get on the stage and sing Danny Boy.  The folks there were always so good about taking care of the kilted patrons, and for that we were truly thankful.

Here's a Black and Tan to you~

Danny Boy
by Frederick Edward Weatherly
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And when you come, and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.