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- Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the plpes 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.
- And when you come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead - as dead I well may be .
Ye'll come and find a 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 shall warmer
, sweeter be
For you wlll bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall live
in peace
until you come to me.