Tyne Daly
Ellen Tyne Daly (born February 21, 1946) is an American stage and screen actress. She has won six Emmy Awards for her television work and a Tony Award, and is a 2011 American Theatre Hall of Fame inductee.
Daly began her career on stage in summer stock in New York, and made her Broadway debut in the play That Summer – That Fall in 1967. She is best known for her television role as Detective Mary Beth Lacey in Cagney & Lacey (1982-1988), for which she is a four-time Emmy Award winner as Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series. In 1989, she starred in the Broadway revival of Gypsy and won the 1990 Tony Award for Best Actress in a Musical.
Her other TV roles include Alice Henderson in Christy (1994–95), for which she won an Emmy in 1996 and Maxine Gray in Judging Amy (1999-2005), which won her a sixth Emmy in 2003. Her other Broadway credits include The Seagull (1992), her Tony-nominated role in Rabbit Hole (2006) and her Tony-nominated role in Mothers and Sons (2014). She also played Maria Callas, both on Broadway and in London's West End, in the play Master Class (2011-2012).
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The Hills Of Kerry
by: Danny DoyleOh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee
The noble and the brave have departed from your shore
They´ve gone, they've gone to fight the war's, where the mighty cannons roar
Will they ever again return To see old Ireland free
And hear the small birds singing, around you sweet Tralee
Will I ever see the shamrock, that sprig so fine and grand
Or hear the curlew flying high O'er lowly Banna Strand
As I stand on this foreign shore And think on what might be
Will I ever more return again, to see you sweet Tralee
No more I'll see the sunbeams on that precious harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a field of golden corn
There´s an end to every woe and a cure for every pain
But the laughing eye's of my darling girl, I never will see again
Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing, around you sweet Tralee