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The pipes, the pipes are calling |
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From glen to glen |
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And down the mountain side |
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The summer's gone |
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And all the flowers are dying |
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'Tis you, 'tis you |
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Must go and I must bide |
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But come ye back |
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When summer's in the meadow |
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Or when the valley's hushed |
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And white with snow |
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And I'll be here |
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In sunshine or in shadow |
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Oh, Danny boy |
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Oh, Danny boy |
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I love you so |
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And if you come |
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When all the flowers are dying |
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And I am dead |
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As dead I well may be |
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You'll come and find |
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The place where I am lying |
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And kneel and say |
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An 'Ave' there for me |
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But I will hear |
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Though soft you'll tread above me |
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And all my dreams |
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Will warm and sweeter be |
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If you'll not fail |
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To tell me that you love me |
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I'll simply sleep in peace |
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Until you come to me |
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I'll simply sleep in peace |
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Until you come to me... |