| O 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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| 'Tis you,' tis you must go and I must bide.
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| Oh my Danny he's calling the sound of bagpipes
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| From valley to valley Like running down a mountain slope
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| Summer is gone and all the roses are dying
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| You he he you go
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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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| 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
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| O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so.
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| Come back in the summer meadow
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| Even when the valley is quietly dyed white with snow
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| I'm in the light, in the shade
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| Oh my Danny, I love you from the bottom of my heart
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| But if ye 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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| You're back as all the flowers die
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| Even if I'm already dead
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| You are looking for a place where i sleep
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| Knee down and say goodbye.
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| And I shall hear, though soft, your tread above me
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| And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
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| For you will bend and tell me that you love me
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| And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.
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| Even if I walk quietly and gently over me, I can hear it
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| When you say I love you
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| I will be surrounded by warm and comfortable air
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| I keep sleeping peacefully
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| Until then when you come back |