| Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
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| From glen to glen and down the mountain side
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| The summer’s gone and all the roses falling
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| 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
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| But come you back when the summer’s in the meadow
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| Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
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| 'Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
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| Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so
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| And when you come and all the flowers are dying
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| If I am dead, as dead I well may be
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| You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
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| And kneel and say an Ave there for me
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| And I shall hear though soft you tread above me
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| And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
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| When you will bend and tell me that you love me
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| And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me |