| Danny came over to old New York
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| From Bandon town in the county Cork
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| He got a room on the avenue in Woodside Queens
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| And a job off the books doin' demolition
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| He was kind of different than everyone else
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| Oh he liked to hang out all by himself
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| Didn’t hit those bars in Sunnyside Queens
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| Went straight into the Village to check out the scene
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| One day on the job the foreman said
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| «Hey Danny Boy we think you’re a fag
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| With your ponytail and that ring in your ear
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| Hey, we don’t need no homos foulin' up the air»
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| Danny just smiled and picked up a 2 by 4
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| And he split that jerk from his jaw to his ear
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| Said «you can stick your job where the sun don’t shine
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| But you’re never gonna stop me bein' what I am, boy!»
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| Then he met a man down in Sheridan Square
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| They moved in together for a couple of years
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| Said it was the happiest he’d ever been
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| Doin' what he wanted and livin' his dream
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| We used to drink together down on Avenue B
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| One gray dawn he confessed to me
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| «Love's the only thing that makes the world go round
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| And I’m never gonna see another sunset over sweet Bandon town»
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| Last time I saw Dan he was in a hospital bed
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| Two tubes hangin' out the nose of his head
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| But he smiled at me with them stone blue eyes
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| And he said, «hey, how you doin', guy?
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| I’m history 'round here in a couple of weeks
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| But I did what I wanted — I got no regrets
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| So, when you think of me crack a beer and smile
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| Hey, life’s a bitch and then you die»
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| Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are callin'
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| From glen to glen, and down the mountainside
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| The summer’s gone and all the flowers are dyin'
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| 'Tis you, 'tis you, must go and I must bide
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| But come you back when summer’s in the meadow
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| Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
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| 'Tis I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow
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| Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so
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| I love you so, Danny Boy, I love you so |