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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 are dying |
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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 when the valley''s hushed and white with snow |
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''Tis 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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And if you come, when all the roses are dying |
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And I am dead, as dead I well may be |
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You''ll come and find the place where I am lying |
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And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me |
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And I shall hear, tho'' soft you tread above me |
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And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be |
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If you''ll not fail to tell me that you love me |
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I simply sleep in peace until you come to me |
