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Danny Boy

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side;
Summer's gone, and all the flow'rs are dying;
'Tis you, 'tis you must go, and I must bide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow;
'Til I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But come ye back when all the world is dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be.
You'll come and see the place where I am lying,
And say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, 'though soft you tread around me,
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be,
If you will only tell me you love me,
Then I'll sleep in peace, until you waken me.