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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 flowers are dying |
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'tis you, 'tis 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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'tis 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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And if you come, when all the flowers 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'll simply sleep/ in peace until/ you come to me. |
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i'll simply sleep/ in peace until/ you come to me. |
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