From glen to glen and down the mountainside…
hugs sheek to chase the sadness away if he can
joins in singing
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
How are you doing, rachel? Is everything ok? You know you can always find me, e-mail or ICQ.
But come ye back when spring is in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
[sub]Sorry for my over enthusiasm here, I just learned the full song a few weeks ago. This song demands drunken group singing and I can’t convince any of my friends to learn it![/sub]
'Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
You can’t steal two lines to get the the best one! 
But if you come when all the flowers are dying…
[sub]yes I can! Bein’ part Irish gives me some rights today![/sub]
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.
… Sniff…
Someone call me? ::blushes madly::
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me…
And all my grave shall linger sweeter be,
Then ye will bend and tell me that ye love me,
(The two line rule claimed above applies to me too.)
[Or: 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.
Me teary Irish eyes ‘r smilin’
Paul O’Younger
////chique\\
:: more sniffing ::
Many fond memories of that song. sniffle
That’s my favorite song EVER!!!
now, for my second favorite… (does anyone know this?)
Oh, Paddy dear and did ye hear the news that’s goin’ ‘round?
The shamrock is forbid’ by law to grow on Irish ground!..
join in, everyone!
No man Saint Patrick’s Day shall keep, his colour can’t be seen,
For there’s a cruel law against the wearin’ o’ the green.
[Here is the link, for those who can’t remember the words; I had to look it up.]