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 are dying
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It's you, It's 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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For 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 ye come and all the flowers are a dying
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And if I am dead, dead I well may be
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Just come and find, find the place
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Find the place where I lay lying
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And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me
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And I will hear tho soft you tread above me
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And my grave, my grave warmer and sweeter be
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For you're gonna kneel and you're gonna tell
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God you're gonna tell me how you loved me
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And I will sleep in peace until you come to me
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Danny Boy
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| Cher |
