Til min Danny Boy, Isaias...

Oh Danny boy, the pipes,
the pipes are calling
From glen to glen,
and down the mountain side

The summers gone,
and all the flowers are falling,
'tis you, 'tis you
must go and I must bide

But come ye back
when summers in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed
and white of snow

And I'll be here
in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny boy
I love you so

But if you come,
and all the flowers are falling
And I am dead
as dead I may well be

You'll come and find
the place where I am lying
And kneel and say
an Ave there for me

And I will hear,
though soft your tread above me
And all my grave
will warmer sweeter be

And you will bend
and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace
until you come for me

But if I live
and should you die for Ireland
Let not your dying thoughts
be just on me

But say a prayer to God
for our dearest Ireland
I know she'll hear
and help to set her free

And I will take your pike
and place my dearest
And strike a blow,
though weak the blow may be

It will help the cause
to which your heart was nearest
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy
I love you so


(skrevet av Frederick Weatherly, 1910)
Sunget av mange, ødelagt av mange (amerikanske taffel-sangere)

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Jeg ser Isaias for meg idet han går ut av døra siste gang. Han snur seg og smiler.
"Jeg kommer snart tilbake" sier han...