Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside.
The summer's gone, and all the fowers 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 you come when all the flowers are dying,
And I am dead, as dead I may 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 will hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my dreams shall warmer, sweeter be.
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me,
Then I will sleep in peace until you come to me.
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