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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side,
The summers is gone and all the roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

But comming back
when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed
and white with snow

It's all be here in sunshine or in shadows,
Oh, Dany boy, Oh, Danny boy,
Ill love you so.
It's all be here in sunshine or in shadows,
Oh, Dany boy, Oh, Danny boy,
Ill love you so.