The Laughing Boy T’was on an August morning, all in the dawning hours, I went to take the warming air, all in the Mouth of Flowers, And there I saw a maiden, and mournful was her cry, ‘Ah what will mend my broken heart, I’ve lost my Laughing Boy. So strong, so wild and brave… Read More brendan behan / the laughing boy (mikis theodorakis / to gelasto paidi)