|Get your motor runnin',|
Head out on the highway,
Lookin' for adventure,
And whatever comes our way.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling;
It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow...
Until I got to:
It's I'll be heeeeeeeeeeeeeere in sunshine or in shadow...
I'd strain, not altogether successfully, for the note of here, and my dog would turn his head and look at me, then cock his head to one side.
Here's how the song should sound:
But my performance is more like Beaker's: