Danny Boy

Back about 1918 my father Ray Cash was in the army in France
Along about armistice day he was one of the proud men to stand inspection
By General John J Pershing
Less than a year later my dad was back on a cotton farm in Southwest Arkansas
And you know the way of life didn’t change very fast back home
He rode a horse about ten miles every Sunday to see Miss Carrie Rivers
In those days when everyone in the country either rode a horse or wagon or walked
You were probably a stranger if you were five miles away from home or less maybe
Sometimes life was pretty tough so some of the people were tough too
That’s why my dad had a Colt 45 stuck in his belt every Sunday
The first thing he always did was to lay his pistol on the mantle
Of the fireplace at grandpa Rivers
When my parents got married my mother Carrie Rivers was sixteen
After that it wasn’t long till dady wasn’t considered a stranger
So he made friends with most everybody around
Daddy tells about an Irish immigrant on a railroad where he worked
The cotton belt line whonever stopped talkin’ about goin’ back to Dublin
One of the first stories I ever remember my dad tellin’
Was one that the Irish immigrant told him
And according to that particular source of information
There’s this boy named Daniel McKinney workin’ in the fields one morning
And across the fields came his sweetheart Rosalee
She came crying with tears in her eyes
Later someone put down into a song some of the things that Rosalee told Daniel
She said Daniel there’s a bloody war a ragin’
And I’ve come to tell you that they’re wantin’ you to fight
So fight for Ireland but come back to me Daniel I’ll be witin’

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 roses falling
It’s you it’s you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadows
I’ll be here oh Danny Boy I miss you so

But if you fall as all the flowers are falling
And if you’re dead as dead well you may be
I’ll come and find the place where you are lying
And kneel and say and an Ave there for Thee

But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadows
I’ll be here oh Danny Boy I miss you so

 

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