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O 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 there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh danny boy, oh danny boy, i love you so
Andwhen ye come and all the flow'rs are dying
If i am dead, as dead i may well be
Ye'll come and find the place where i am lying
And kneel and say an ave there for me
And i shall hear through 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 unitl you come to meet
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