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 flowes are 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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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 he come and all the roses falling
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And I am dead, as dead I well may be
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Go out and find the place where I am lying
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And kneel and say and I'll be there for me
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And I will hear the soft you tread above me
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And then my grave will warm and sweeter be
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For you shall bend to tell me that you love me
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And I will sleep in peace until you come to me
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Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
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oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
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I love you. I love you. Danny boy
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Oh, Danny Boy
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