Teksten til Danny-Boy
Tekst: Frederick Weatherly 1910
Melodi fra 1913: Londonderry air
This time, we will all make certain
That this time is the last time
That this time is the last time
I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame, hey!
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!
We live in fame or go down in flame, hey!
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!
Lindbergh stuck right to his post.
Making good his early boast,
As he flew from coast to coast.
Making good his early boast,
As he flew from coast to coast.
It’s the roar and rattle of Freedom’s battle
That’s calling us over the sea,
That’s calling us over the sea,
En Pinup kalender fra 1943 tegnet ag Alberto Vargas.
En spillefilm om Memphis Belle's sidste togt.
In a quaint Italian garden
While the stars were all aglow
Once I heard a lover singing
While the stars were all aglow
Once I heard a lover singing
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the leaves are falling
T'is you, T'is you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
t'is I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And oh, my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For ye will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
