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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 flowers dying, |
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'Tis you, '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 ye come when all the flowers dying, |
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And I am dead, as dead I well may 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 dreams will warm and sweeter be, |
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If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me, |
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I simply sleep in peace until you come to me. |
