| Danny Boy |
| Oh Danny boy, the pipes are calling. From Glen to glen and down the mountain side. The summer's gone and all the flower's are 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. Tis I'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow. Oh Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, i love you so. And if you come when all the flowers are dying, If I am dead as dead I well may be, I pray you'll find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an ave there for me. And I shall hear through soft you tread above me And all my grave shall warmer sweeter be. Then you will kneel and whisper that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me. And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me. |
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