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O 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;
It´s you, it´s 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
I´ll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flow´rs are dying
If I am dead, as dead I may well 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 you tread above me;
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.
For you will bend and tell me that you love:
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!