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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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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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'Tis 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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And should ye come, and all the flowers are dying. |
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And I am dead, as dead I well may be. |
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Ye'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 shall 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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But should I live, and you should die for Ireland, |
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Let not your dying thoughts be all of me. |
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But say a prayer to God for our dearest Ireland. |
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That he may hear, and help set her free. |
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And I shall take your pike and sword my dearest. |
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And strike a blow, though weak that blow may be. |
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To help the cause to which your heart was nearest |
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And you shall sleep in peace, until I come to thee. |
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Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy |
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I love you so. |