Guess it's a good time to post this again. It's in the Mudcat Songbook. It was written by myself and a Yorkshire friend, Peter Benson.

Oh Boy, Danny
by Jeff Porterfield and Peter Benson

Oh, Danny boy, they claim that you are Irish
But we both know you're English through and through
And if you really want to know what I wish
I truly wish that I had never heard of you
'Cause every March they make me sing about you
And every drunkard thinks that he can too
And when they miss that high note it's so painful
That if you heard it I think it would kill you too

Oh, Danny boy, when Irish eyes were smiling
It was before they ever heard of you.
In Galway Bay the tides are still retiring
Because that song you caused has made them blue.
So don't come back in summer or in springtime
Don't show your face at state or county fair.
Some drunken sot will sing your praises loudly;
And we find that we must ban your Derry air.

So Danny boy, we'll raise our glasses to you.
And thank the Lord you've left for God knows where.
Black Velvet Band is being sung in lieu of you,
And we would rather go to Hell for her.
But we remember how you raised our glasses,
And made our voices ring the whole night long.
So Danny boy, although we love you dearly
Hit the road and take your misbegotten song.