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 |
'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 shadow |
Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so |
But when ye come and all the flowers dying |
And I am dead as dead I well may be |
Go out and find the place where I am lying |
And kneel and say an ave there for me |
And I will hear tho' soft you tread above me |
And then my grave will warm and sweeter be |
For you shall bend and tell me that you love me |
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me |
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