Danny came o’er the mountain road;
Danny came down the brae;
Danny went past my mother’s abode –
And took my heart with him away.
I’ll be alive if you come back soon.
His presence illumined my pathway dark
Like the flash of a falling star;
His dawn-like smile would deceive the lark
That longs for Sol in his golden car.
Your absence turns to December June.
He gave a smile; I paid with a frown.
My eyes then followed his track
Down the long road that led to the town;
I watched, I wept – but he never looked back.
Then set my sun, my stars, my moon.
I watch each morn the mountain road;
I watch each eve the town –
If he shuns too long my mother’s abode,
He’ll find none there but my mother to frown.
Will it be a wake or a honeymoon?