Danny BoyOh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. |
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