Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summers gone and all the flowers are dying
'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 shawdow
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so
Ahh...
But when ye come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead as dead I well may be
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and sing an Ave there for me
And I shall hear tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warm and sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

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