Shane MacGowan

Down the dirty old streets The Angel of the East is calling And with a trembling hand I open up a can I can hear a baby bawling Before I open up my eyes Down the dirty old streets The Angel of the East is calling And with a trembling hand I open up a

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 'Tis you must go, 'tis you must go and I must bide But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the vall