DANNY BOY
 
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Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all the roses falling
'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.

But if ye come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'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, your tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come for me.
 
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Words by Frederick E. Weatherly - 1912
( To the tune of ' The Londonderry Air' - 1855)
Performed by John McCormack (1884-1945)
Performed by Edna Thornton (1875-1958)
 
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