Dan Me Boy

 O Dan me boy, the pipes, the pipes they call now
 From glen to glen and down from each hill side
 Warm days are gone and all the rose blooms fall now
 'Tis you 'tis you must go and I must bide

 But come ye back when flow'rs are in the glade green
 Or when the plain is hushed and white with snow
 'Tis I'll be here in warm sun or the shade 'tween,
 O Dan me boy, O Dan me boy, I love you so.

 But if ye come and all the poor blooms die down
 If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
 You'll come and fine the place where I will lie down
 And kneel and say the Maid's Prayer there for me.

 And I shall hear, though soft, your tread up o'er me
 And all my grave shall warm and so sweet be
 For you will bend and tell of your love for me
 And I will sleep in peace 'til you come up to me.

                                -- Fred E. by the Wind
                                   (done by Kip W.)