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 here in sunshine or in shadow,
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Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!
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But when 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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And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
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And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
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For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
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And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
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