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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,

From glen to glen and down the mountain side,

The summers is gone and all the roses falling,

It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

But comming back

when summer's in the meadow,

Or when the valley's hushed

and white with snow

It's all be here in sunshine or in shadows,

Oh, Dany boy, Oh, Danny boy,

Ill love you so.

It's all be here in sunshine or in shadows,

Oh, Dany boy, Oh, Danny boy,

Ill love you so.

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 roses falling

'Tis you, 'tis you must go, and I must bide

But come you back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Til I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so

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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 roses falling

'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

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows

Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so

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 shadows

Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so

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 roses falling

'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 when ye come, and all the leaves are falling

If 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, though soft you tread above me

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

If you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

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 roses falling.

'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.

But when ye come and all the flowers are dying.

If I am dead, and 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 your tread above me,

And all my grave will warmer sweeter be.

For you will bend and tell me that you love me,

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

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 roses fallin'.

It's you, it's 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.

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.

Oh, Danny Boy, O, Danny Boy, I love you so.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow.

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.

Oh, Danny Boy, O, Danny Boy, I love you so.

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountainside

The summer's gone and all the roses falling

'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

But if ye come and all the flowers are dying

If 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, though soft, your tread above me

And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I will sleep in peace until you come to me