Danny Boy

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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 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 there
In sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy... oh, Danny boy
I love you so.

But if ye come
When all the flowers 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 simply sleep in peace
Until you come to me.




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