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Oh, Danny |
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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 |
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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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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 |
