In a pub one Sunday evening
At a time when compainions should laugh without care
A poet and a soldier stopped to listen
Their minds on the Troubles
Their souls to lay bear
Then a tune, familar yet fleeting
From the strings of a banjo
And the skin of a drum
The poet and the Soldier were retreating
On the wings of a new vison
Of All Ireland, as one
~Chorus~
And so they sang a song for Ireland
And they were joined by the willing
Of the dogs of war
And for their Mother's sons
They put down their guns
We fought for freedom, we'll all fight for peace
And we'll fight no more
For the soldier and his political vision
The song came like a Phoenix
Raising up though the din
And they say history it dies in revision
He once believed death is glory
If peace he could win
And the post he used his words as a wepon
They all said he had cross-hairs on his pen
But he gazed hard and long
At the circle he'd drawn
Saying where is the war ending
And peace begin
~Chorus~
As they sang the songs of their nation
The Poet and the Soldier, came to believe
And the toasted the next generation
We are untied in peace
And united we're free
And so they sang a song for Ireland
And all silent were the wilings
Of the dogs of war
And for their Mother's sons
They out down their guns
We fought for freedom we'll fight for peace
And we'll fight no more
I met him in a pub one night
In a crowd of well-to-do's
He had a claddagh on each finger
And a shamrock on each shoe
And when he said "Top of the Morning"
My heart was filled with dread...
Then he said his name was "Danny Boy"
So i shot him in the head
~Chorus~
Raise up your cheer and lift your pints
And hold them way up high
And sing a song of tragedy
Beneath the Irish sky
From the glens the pipes are calling
But he never will reply
Cause I buried Danny Boy
Beneath the fields of Athenry
Toora-loo! Toor-lay!
I thought I might dump him in Galway Bay
Toora-loo! Toor-lie!
But I buried Danny Boy
Beneath the fields of Athenry
Well the Garda, they came upon me
And they took away my gun
And a hush below the crowd
When they saw what I had done
Said the Garda, "God Forgive me,
For I'm sure in hell to burn"
Then he shot poor Danny once again
To make sure he won't return
~Chorus~
Now some call me a hero
And some call me a fiend
But they still sing his sad old song
While drinking beer dyed toxic green
But my sentence, it was communted
It seemd I'm off scot-free...
Well, I think I'll have another pint
And wait for Michael Flatley! (MICHAEL FLATELY!)
~Chorus~
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