Quite on the set...and Anytime coming up on Inland Sessions ♪ Fiddler Arvid Lundin and Deep Roots toast the luck of the Irish with Jigs, Reels and tradiditon Celtic tunes Next on Inland Sessions ♪♪ ♪Instrumental♪ ♪ ♪Instrumental♪ ♪ O Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside.

The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying.

'Tis you, 'tis 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.

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.

O Danny Boy, O Danny Boy, I love you so.

♪ And if you come and all the flow'rs are dying, And 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 will hear, though soft you tread above me, And on my grave will warm, and sweeter be.

If you'll not bend to tell me that you love me; And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.

♪ ♪ ♪ There's a fine wee lassie and her name is Mary Mac Mak' nae mistak' 'tis the miss I'm gonna tak' There's a lot of other laddies that would gaed upon her track, but I'm thinkin' that they's ha'e tae gead up early Mary Mac's mother's makin' Mary Mac marry me, An' my mother's makin' me marry Mary Mac I'll ha'e tae marry Mary to gaed Mary to tak' care o' me.

We'll a' be makin' merry when I marry Mary Mac ♪ The wedding's on a Wednesday, and all of it's arranged Her name will soon be changed to mine, if her mind's not changed I'm making the arrangements and I'm just about deranged Because marriage is an awful undertaking Mary Mac's mother's makin' Mary Mac marry me, An' my mother's makin' me marry Mary Mac I'll ha'e tae marry Mary to gaed Mary to tak' care o' me.

We'll a' be makin' merry when I marry Mary Mac ♪ Mary and her mother spend a lot of time together You very seldom see the one, the one without the other All the lads are askin' is it Mary or her mother Or both of them together that I'm courting Mary Mac's mother's makin' Mary Mac marry me, An' my mother's makin' me marry Mary Mac I'll ha'e tae marry Mary to gaed Mary to tak' care o' me.

We'll a' be makin' merry when I marry Mary Mac There's a fine wee lassie and her name is Mary Mac Mak' nae mistak' 'tis the miss I'm gonna tak' There's a lot of other laddies that would gaed upon her track, but I'm thinkin' that they's ha'e tae gead up early Mary Mac's mother's makin' Mary Mac marry me, An' my mother's makin' me marry Mary Mac I'll ha'e tae marry Mary to gaed Mary to tak' care o' me.

We'll a' be makin' merry when I marry Mary Mac ♪Instrumental♪ ♪Instrumental♪ ♪Instrumental♪ ♪