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Danny Boy

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountainside

The summers gone and all the roses falling

'Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide,

But come ye back when summers in the meadow,

Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow

Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, Oh Danny boy I love you so.

And when you come and all the flowers are dying

If I am dead, as dead I well may 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 shall warmer, sweeter be,

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace, until you come to me.

Written by Fred F. Weatherly (1848 - 1929)