Danny Boy
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,
‘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.
‘Tis I’ll be there
In sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
I love you so.

And when you come
And all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead -
As dead I well may be,
Ye’ll come and find
A place where I am lying,
And kneel and say
An Ave there for me;

And I shall hear though soft
Your tread above me,
And all my grave shall
Warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend
And tell me that you love me,
And I shall live in peace
Until you come to me.

Do you want your Old Lobby Washed Down?
I’ve a nice little cot and a small bit of land and a place by the side of sea.
And I care about no one because I believe there’s nobody cares about me.
My peace is destroyed and I’m fairly annoyed, by a lassie who works in the town. She sighs ev’ry day as she passes the way, ‘do you want your old lobby washed down?’

Chorus: Do you want your old lobby washed down,
Con Shine, do you want your old lobby washed down?
She sighs ev’ry day as she passes the way -
‘Do you want your old lobby washed down?

The other day the old landlord came by for his rent -
I told him no money I had.
Besides ‘twasn’t fair to ask me to pay, the times were so awfully bad.
He felt discontent at not getting his rent, and he shook his big head in a frown.
Says he ‘I’ll take half.’ ‘But’ says I with a laugh
‘Do you want your old lobby washed down?’

Now the boys look so bashful when they go out courtin’s,
they seem to look so very shy.
As to kiss a young maid, sure they seem half afraid,
but they would if they could on the sly.
But me I do things in a different way, I don’t give a nod or a frown.
When I goes to court I says ‘Here goes for sport,
Do you want your old lobby washed down?’