| Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
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| From glen to glen and down the mountainside
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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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| 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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| Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes, they are calling
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| From glen to glen and down the mountainside
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| The summr’s gone and all the roses falling
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| It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bid
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| Yet 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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| 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 I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
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| Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so |