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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 flow'rs 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 And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow; Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so! But if you come, and all the flow'rs are dying And I am dead, as dead I may well 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 grave will warmer, sweeter be And you will bend and tell me that you love me And I will sleep in peace until you come to me |