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