Danny Boy - Mono Version

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 the 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 a Miss Carrie Rivers
In those days when everyone in the country either rode a horse or a wagon or walked
You were probably a stranger if you were five miles from home, or less maybe

Sometimes life was pretty tough so 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 over the mantle over the fireplace over at Grandpa Rivers'
When my parents got married my mother, Carrie Rivers, was 16
After that it wasn't long 'til daddy 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
Who never stopped talking about going back to Dublin

One of the first stories I ever remember my dad telling
Was one that the Irish immigrant told him
And according to that particular source of information there was this boy named Daniel McKinney
Working in the fields one morning
And across the fields came his sweetheart Rosalie, she came crying with tears in her eyes
Later someone put down into a song some of the things that Rosalie told Daniel
She said, "Daniel, there's a bloody war a-raging and I've come to tell you that they are wanting you to fight"
"Go fight for Ireland, but come back to me, Daniel, I'll be waiting"

Oh, Danny Boy
The pipes, the pipes are callin'
From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summer's gone and all the roses fallin'
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 valley's hushed and white with snow
I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows
I'll be here, oh, Danny boy, I'll miss you so

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

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so