Pog Mo Thoin!
Mar. 17th, 2006 08:04 amDanny Boy (RIP)
by the Claire Voyants
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 of the Morning"
My heart was filled with dread...
Then he said his name was "Danny Boy"
So I shot him in the head
Chorus
Well the Garda, they came upon me
And they took away me gun
And a hush fell o'er the crowd
When they saw what I had done
Said the Garda, "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
Now some call me a hero
And some call me a fiend
But they still sing his sad ould song
While drinking beer dyed toxic green
But my sentence it was commuted
It seems I'm off scot-free...
Well I think I'll have another pint
And wait for Michael Flatley!
Chorus
by the Claire Voyants
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 of the Morning"
My heart was filled with dread...
Then he said his name was "Danny Boy"
So I shot him in the head
Chorus
Raise up a cheer and lift your pints
And hold them way up high
And sing this song of tragedy
Beneath the Irish sky
From the glens the pipes are calling
But he never will reply.
Cause I buried Danny Boy
Beneath the fields of Athenry
Toora-loo! Toora-lay!
I thought I might dump him in Galway Bay
Toora-loo! Toora-lay!
But I buried Danny Boy
Beneath the fields of Athenry.
Well the Garda, they came upon me
And they took away me gun
And a hush fell o'er the crowd
When they saw what I had done
Said the Garda, "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
Now some call me a hero
And some call me a fiend
But they still sing his sad ould song
While drinking beer dyed toxic green
But my sentence it was commuted
It seems I'm off scot-free...
Well I think I'll have another pint
And wait for Michael Flatley!
Chorus