A cloudy day in Bantry Bay, the day that you where born.
In the house your father built and in the babies room
From the King’s and Queen’s of Tara, your ancestory was true
With emerald eyes and freckled skin, your Irish through and through
I love your song of ‘Danny Boy’, only you could get that high
When you sing, my granny dear, the clouds they leave the sky
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