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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 dying
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'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bye
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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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And 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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But if he come and all the roses dying
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And I am dead, as dead I well may be
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He'll come here and find the place where I am lying
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And kneel and say an ava there for me
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And I shall feel, oh soft you tread above me
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And then my grave will richer, sweeter be
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For you will bend and tell me that you love me
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And I shall rest in peace until you come to me
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Danny Boy
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| Elvis Presley |
