(Traditional/lyrics by Fred E. Weatherly)
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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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'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 all the valley's hushed and white with snow
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'Tis 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 when you come, when all the flowers are dying
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If I am dead, as dead I well may be
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Then if you bend and tell me that you love me
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I'll sleep in peace until you come to me
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But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
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Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow
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'Tis 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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Danny Boy
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| Carly Simon |
