To the tune of Lida Rose/Music Man
Billy Boy, I’m back again Boy
To take the Pug out for a fie!
Billy Boy, I’m back again Boy
But all the Limeys thought I’d die!
Heave, Ho, Yar!
You can hear the cannon blow thar!
Heave, Ho, Ar!
For the wee curmudgeon, there be a bludgeon!
The day after his birth a lullaby came to me from the clear bright blue, in an invented folksy melody. At times this sounds like Home on the Range - also I used a line from it.
Oh my wee baby blue
I’d lay down for you
Just to give you the sun for a day
For without you my blue
It sometimes is true
That the skies are all cloudy and gray
So together we’ll hie
Through the sky love, and fly
To the sunny bright places we’ll see
With the Irish we’d die
For our mothers would cry
For the days to be sunny and green
Oh hoodilay-Holiday-Billy, la-Lili, da-day
Ba-hoodiba-Billy-da-day!
With the Irish we’d die
For our mothers would cry
For the days to be sunny and green