Тексты песен The Chieftains

A Stor Mo Chroi, when you're far away From the house that you'll soon be leaving Sure it's many a time by night and by day That your heart will be sorely grieving For the stranger's land may be bright

Come all you good, kind people While I've got money to spend Tomorrow might be Monday And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend When I've got plenty of money, good people My friends are all standing

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside The summer's gone, and all the flow'rs are falling 'tis you, 'tis you must go, and I must bide But come ye b

I was down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo. But the Angelus Bell