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 flowers' dying
It's you, it's you
Must go and I must bide
But come ye back
When summer's in the mea-eadow
Or when the valley's
Hearth are white with snow
Yes I'll be here
In sunshine or in sha-adows
Oh Danny boy
Oh Danny boy, I love you so
But come ye back
When summer's in the mea-eadow
Or when the valley's
Hearth are white with snow
Yes I'll be here
In sunshine or in sha-adows
Oh Danny boy
Oh Danny boy, I love you so...
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