O Danny Boy

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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 leaves are falling
‘Tis ye, ’tis ye 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
‘Til I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so

And 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 say an “Ave” there for me

And I shall hear, ‘though soft ye tread around me
And all my grave shall linger sweeter be
Then ye will bend and tell me that ye love me
And I shall sleep in peace until ye come to me

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