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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside
The summer's gone, and all the flowers dying,
'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
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside
The summer's gone, and all the flowers dying,
'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
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so