Here we are we've come to call
With pipes and flutes
Far away across the ocean
Underneath an Indian star
Dwells a dark
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe
I'd been married long
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen
As I went out walking one fine summer morning
The birds
Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift
One two three four five six
I know my love by
Chorus:
'Se/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Se/ mo Chaesar Gile
Never give all the heart
For love will hardly seem worth
From Derry Quai we sailed away
On the 23rd of May
We
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock
Farewell to
In the merry month of May
From me home I started
Left
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County DownOne morning in
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