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| B | E | | Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are | calling |
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| B | F# | | from glen to | glen, and down the mountain | side |
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| B | E | | the summer's | gone, and all the flowers are | dying |
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| B | F# | B | | 'tis you, 'tis | you must | go and i must | bide. |
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| E | B | | But come ye back when | summer's | in the meadow |
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| E | B | F# | | or when the valley's | hushed and | white with | snow |
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| B | E | B | | 'tis i'll be | here in | sunshine or in | shadow |
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| F#7 | B | | oh danny boy, oh danny | boy, i love you | so. |
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| E | | And if you come, when all the flowers are | dying |
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| B | E | | and i am | dead, as dead i well may | be |
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| B | E | | you'll come and | find the place where i am | lying |
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| B | F# | B | | and kneel and | say an | "ave" there for | me. |
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| E | B | | And i shall hear, tho' | soft you | tread above me |
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| E | B | F# | | and all my dreams will | warm and | sweeter | be |
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| B | E | B | | if you'll not | fail to | tell me that you | love me |
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| F#7 | B | | i'll simply sleep/ in peace un | til/ you come to | me. |
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| F#7 | B | | i'll simply sleep/ in peace un | til/ you come to | me. |
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