Danny Boy

Sent in by Pippa <[email protected]>

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 roses falling,

It's you, it's 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, It's i'll be here in sunshine

or in shadow, Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny

Boy, i love you so!

But when ye come, and all the flow'rs 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 will 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!

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