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.
Saturday, April 29, 2017
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Of late doth the many expire by a manner of skulking sensibility, and observeth 'neath the passing hour that one regreteth not one's mistakes.