O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen and down the mountainsideThe summer’s gone and all the roses falling’Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide But come ye back when summer’s in the meadowOr all the valley’s hushed and white with snow’Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadowO Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so When winter’s come and all the flowers are dyingAnd I am dead, as dead I well may beYou’ll come and find the place where I am lyingAnd kneel and say an “Ave” there for me But I shall hear though soft you tread above meAnd all my grave shall warmer, sweeter beAnd you will bend and tell me that you love meAnd I shall sleep in peace until you come to me I’m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover Lyrics: I’m looking over a four-leaf cloverThat I overlooked beforeOne is for sunshine, the second is rainThird are the roses that grow in the laneNo need explaining, the one remainingIs somebody I adoreI’m looking over a four-leaf cloverThat I overlooked before Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ralToo-ra-loo-ra-liToo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ralHush now, don’t you cryToo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ralToo-ra-loo -ra-liToo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral That’s an Irish lullaby Over in Killarney, many years agoMy mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and lowJust a simple little ditty in her good old Irish wayAnd I’d give the world if I could hear that song of hers today Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ralToo-ra-loo-ra-liToo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ralHush now, don’t you cryToo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ralToo-ra-loo -ra-liToo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral That’s an Irish lullaby If you ever go across the sea to IrelandThen maybe at the closing of your dayYou will sit and watch the moonrise over CladdaghAnd watch the barefoot gossoons at their playJust to hear again the ripple of the trout streamThe women in the meadows making hayAnd to sit beside a turf fire in the cabinAnd see the sun go down on Galway Bay For the breezes blowing o’er the seas from IrelandAre perfumed by the heather as they blowAnd the women in the uplands diggin’ pratiesSpeak a language that the strangers do not knowFor the strangers came and tried to teach us their wayThey scorned us just for being what we are But they might as well go chasing after moonbeamsOr light a penny candle from a starAnd if there is going to be a life hereafterAnd faith I’m sure there’s going to beI will ask my God to let me make my heavenIn that dear land across the Irish sea A Great Day for the Irish Lyrics: It’s a Great Day for the Irish,It’s a great day for the fair!...