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DANNY BOY, REST IN PIECES (Shay Vino) I met him in a pub one night In a crowd of Well-to-do's He had a claddagh on each finger And a shamrock on each shoe. And when he said Top o' the Mornin' My heart was filled with dread. Well he said his name was Danny Boy So I shot him in the head. Raise up a cheer and lift your pints And hold them way up high. And sing a song of tragedy beneath the Irish sky. From the glen the pipes are calling, But he never will reply. For I buried Danny Boy beneath the fields of Athenry. Tu-ra-lu Tu-ra-lu Tu-ra-lay Tu-ra-Lay I thought I might drop him in Gallway Bay. Tu-ra-lu Tu-ra-lu Tu-ra-lye Tu-ra-Lye Well I buried Danny Boy beneath the fields of Athenry. Well the guarda, they fell upon me And they took away my gun. And a hush fell o'er the crowd When they saw what I had done. Said the guarda, "God forgive me, For I'm sure in hell to burn." Then he shot poor Danny once again To make sure he won't return. Chorus Well, some call me a hero And some call me a fiend. But they still sing his sad ol' song While drinking beer dyed toxic green. But my sentence, it was commuted. It seems I'm off scott free. Well, I think I'll have another pint And wait for Michael Flatly. Chorus Copyrighted 1998 Shay Vino The Clare Voyants @Irish filename[ DANBOY3 MM apr00 |
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