| 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 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 shadows
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| I’ll be here, oh Danny boy, I’ll miss you so.
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| But if you fall, as all the flowers are falling
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| And If you’re dead, as dead you well may be
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| I’ll come and find the place where you are lying
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| And kneel and say an Ave there for thee.
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| Repeat But come ye back…
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| And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
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| And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
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| If you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me
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| I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
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| I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. |