Saturday, October 30

* *Danny Boy * *

And when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying
If I am dead as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I shall hear the softly tread above me
And on my grave will warmer sweeter be
And you will hear and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me

- Traditional

Thus quoth Joie at 1:12 AM