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 if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And 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.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields
and, Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
~~ The Shamrock ~~
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle 'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland
~~ POEM ~~
You're the flash and sparkle in dark Irish eyes.
You're the whimsey and charm of leprechaun guise.
You're the treasured gold at the rainbow's end.
You're the beauty and mystery of emerald glens.
You're the top o' the mornin' - my cup of tea.
You're springtime adornin'... blessings on thee
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Poem by
Judith A.Lindberg
