| I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
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| Floating like a vapor on the summer air
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| I hear her melodies like days gone by
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| Sighing around my heart o’er the fond hopes that die
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| Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain
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| Wailing for her lost love that comes not again
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| I dream of Jeannie and my heart bows low
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| Nevermore to find her where the deep waters flow
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| 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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| It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide
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| But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
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| Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
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| It’s I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
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| Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
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| But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
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| Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
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| It’s I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
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| Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so |