Bgzoru'hhhhh,,,,, o,ixve allllwayz wanqnedda vizjt the land of beury.
Oh Danny boy, the kitties, the kitties are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the trolls are dying
'Tis you, 'tis 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
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I ZOT you so.
Se cheist a th’ agam a-nis am bu chòir am prionnsapal gum biodh guth-thairis againn leis a’ Bheurla cheart cho math ris na cànanan coigreach eile - no an e paranoia bhiodh ann?