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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling |
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From glen to glen and down the mountainside |
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The summer's gone and all the roses falling |
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It's you, it's you must go and I must bide |
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Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, the pipes are calling |
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From glen to glen and even down the mountainside |
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The summer's gone and all the roses falling |
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It's you, it's you must go and I must abide |
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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 even white with snow |
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It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow |
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Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so |
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Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, the pipes are calling |
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From glen to glen and even down the mountainside |
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The summer's gone and all the roses falling |
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It's you, it's you must go and I must abide |
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But come ye back when summer's in the meadow |
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And when the valley's hushed and even white with snow |
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It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow |
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Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so |
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Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so |
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Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so |
