(A capella) John McDermott – Danny Boy

I recall I went to see my aged parents for the last time before shipping out, when the pipes called for me.

My father and I walked out in the field, away from my mother, to have that father-son talk my Scotts-Irish/Viking forebears have had when the pipes called, for countless generations.

My father told be to come home bearing my shield, or carried on it.

We agreed, Surender was not an option.

It is a moment I will treasure the rest of this life, until I shall see my father again, in the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever!

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