Oh 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
It's you, it′s you, you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer is in the meadow
Or when the valleys are hushed and white with snow
Then, then I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so

But come to me, my Danny, Danny say you love me
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find, find the place, the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an ave, an ave there for, for me

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