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 |