Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. from glen to glen and down the mountain side. for summers gone and all the roses falling. its you its you, must go and i must bide
But come yee back when summers in the meadow, or when the valleys hushed and white with with snow. yes i'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow, oh danny boy oh danny boy i love you so
But when yee come, and all the flowers are dying, if i'm 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 here, though soft you tread above me, and all my grave shall 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
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But come yee back when summers in the meadow, or when the valleys hushed and white with with snow. yes i'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow, oh danny boy oh danny boy i love you so
But when yee come, and all the flowers are dying, if i'm 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 here, though soft you tread above me, and all my grave shall 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
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