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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 falling |
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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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It's 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 dying |
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If i am dead, and 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 grave will warmer, sweeter be |
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For you will bend and tell me that you love me |
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And i shall sleep in peace until you come to me |