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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 must go, '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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'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow |
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Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so |
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But if you come, and all the flowers are dying |
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If I am dead, as dead I may well 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, tho' soft you tread above me |
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And all my grave shall warm and sweeter be |
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If you will bend and tell me that you love me |
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Then I will sleep in peace until you come to me |