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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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I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow |
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I'll be here oh Danny boy I miss you so |
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But if you come and all the flowers are falling |
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And if I am dead as dead I well may be |
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I'll come and find the place where you're lying |
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And kneel and say an Ave there for me |
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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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I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow |
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Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so |
