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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 are dying
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'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
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But come you 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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And if you come, when all the flowers are 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.
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Danny Boy
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| Conway Twitty |
