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Black 47

Black 47 are a New York City based celtic rock band with Irish Republican sympathies, whose music also shows influence from reggae, hip hop, folk and jazz. The band was formed in 1989 by Larry Kirwan and Chris Byrne, and derives its name from a traditional term for the summer of 1847, the worst year of the Great Irish Famine. more »

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1994

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Danny came over to old New York 
From Bandon town in the county Cork 
He got a room on the avenue in Woodside Queens 
And a job off the books doin' demolition
He was kind of different than everyone else 
Oh he liked to hang out all by himself
Didn't hit those bars in Sunnyside Queens 
Went straight into the Village to check out the scene 

One day on the job the foreman said 
"Hey Danny Boy we think you're a fag 
With your ponytail and that ring in your ear 
Hey, we don't need no homos foulin' up the air" 
Danny just smiled and picked up a 2 by 4 
And he split that jerk from his jaw to his ear 
Said "you can stick your job where the sun don't shine 

But you're never gonna stop me bein' what I am, boy!"
Then he met a man down in Sheridan Square 
They moved in together for a couple of years 
Said it was the happiest he'd ever been 

Doin' what he wanted and livin' his dream 
We used to drink together down on Avenue be	 
One gray dawn he confessed to me 

"Love's the only thing that makes the world go round 
And I'm never gonna see another sunset over sweet Bandon town" 
Last time I saw Dan he was in a hospital bed 
Two tubes hangin' out the nose of his head 
But he smiled at me with them stone blue eyes 
And he said, "hey, how you doin', guy? 

I'm history 'round here in a couple of weeks
But I did what I wanted - I got no regrets
So, when you think of me crack a beer and smile 
Hey, life's a bitch and then you die" 

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are callin'
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside 
The summer's gone and all the flowers are dyin' 
'Tis you, 'tis you, must go and I must bide 

But come you back when summer's in the meadow 
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow 
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so I love you so, 
Danny Boy, I love you so

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