Danny Boy Ringtones

Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be Like a bird in a tree on the TLP It's the Irish intellect, no one disrespected My shit'll get hectic real quick This is the House Of Pain (pain) And pain is one thing we're not Cause we know we've got Style and fashion, smoke some hash and I'm smackin' up girls like cars were crashin' Danny Boy, Danny Boy, the pipes are callin' Thought you was a winner, ya was, now you're all in That's right, damn skimpy, ya can't get with me I run the whole track and leave ya three laps back Chop seuy don't do me no good I gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manage I never eat pig, but I'll fuck up a potato I'm not a dago, but pasta's all that My pockets stay phat, so step the fuck back You wanna move on me, you better bring an army I rip shit daily, ask my man Tom Baily I'm rockin' the clock like if I was Bill Hailey I'm cockin' my glock, and I got my shileighly So watch your lady, because I'm (Danny Boy!) Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Da ney Boy, Da Da ney Boy) Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside

Oh Danny Boy the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone and all the roses falling 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 It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I'll miss you so But if you fall, as all the flowers are dying And you are dead, as dead you well maybe I'll come and fine the place where you are laying 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 It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so

Oh Danny Boy the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone and all the roses falling 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 If I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy I love you so Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy I love you so

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 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 It's I'll be here in sunshine, or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so But when ye come and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, and 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 And I shall hear tho' soft you tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me

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 a cotton farm in south-west 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 Miss Carrie Rivers In those days, when everyone in a country either rode a horse or wagon or walked You were probably a stranger if you were five miles from home, or less maybe Sometimes life was pretty tough so some of the 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 on the manilow of the fireplace 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 talkin' about going back to Dublin One of the first stories I ever remember my dad tellin' was one that an Irish immigrant told him And according to that particular source of information There was this boy, name Daniel McKinney, workin' on the fields one mornin' And across the fields came his sweetheart Rosa Lee, she came cryin' with tears in her eyes Later someone put down into a song some of the things that Rosa Lee told Daniel She said, "Daniel, there's a bloody war outraging and I've come to tell you that they are wantein' you to fight Go fight for Ireland but come back to me, Daniel, I'll be waitin'" Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 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

Ah Danny boy, the pipes, The pipes are calling From glen to glen, And down the mountain side The summer's gone, And all the flowers are falling 'Tis you, 'tis 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 And I'll be here In sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so But if you come, And all the flowers are falling And I am dead, As dead I may well be You'll come and find The place where I am lying And kneel and say An "Ave" there for me And I will hear, Though soft your tread above me And o'er my grave Will warmer sweeter be And you will bend And tell me that you love me And I will sleep In peace until you come to me But if I live And should you die for Ireland Let not your dying thoughts Be just of me But say a prayer to God For our dearest Island I know He'll hear And help to set her free And I will take your pike And place my dearest And strike a blow, Though weak the blow may be Twill help the cause To which your heart was nearest Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy I love you so.