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Bing Crosby/ |
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John Scott |
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Trotter Orchestra |
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Frederic E. |
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WeatherlyOh, |
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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 |
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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 |
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Boy, oh, Danny |
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Boy, I love you so. |
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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 |
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Boy, oh, Danny |
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Boy, I love you so. |
