Let wind blow
Let fire burn
Let sea rise to great sky
Let
All:
Tonight we’re going to meet some lads,
As girls who dressed
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on
I don’t know if you can see,
The changes that have
I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I
O Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen
A ‘nion mhin o, sin anall na fir shuiri
A mhaitharin
Instrumental
Imtheochaidh soir is siar
A dtainig ariamh
An ghealach is
I've met some folks
Who say that I'm a dreamer
And
Lascia ch'io pianga
Mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri la libertà!
Lascia
‘Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone
All her
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May
La na mara
La na mara no rabharta
Guth na dtonnta
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