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 leaves are 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
I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
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