Oh Danny boy, the pipes
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the pipes are calling
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From glen to glen and
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down the mountain side
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The summer's gone and
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all the roses dying
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'Tis you, 'tis you must go
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and I must bye
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But come ye back when
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summer's in the meadow
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Or when the valley's hushed
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and white with snow
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And I'll be here in
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sunshine or in shadow
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Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy
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I love you so
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But if he come and
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all the roses dying
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And I am dead, as dead
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I well may be
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Ye'll come here and find
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the place where I am lying
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And kneel and say
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Danny Boy
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| Various Artists |
