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Oh Danny Boy, the the calling. |
| From to glen and the |
| The summer's and the roses falling. |
| 'Tis you, 'tis go, and I must |
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| But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, |
| Or the valley's hushed and white |
| 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow. |
| Oh Boy, oh Danny I love so. |
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| But when ye come and all the flowers are dying, |
| And I am as I well may be, |
| Go out and the place where I am |
| And kneel and an Ave there for me. |
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| And I will tho' soft you tread above me, |
| And then my grave warm and sweeter be. |
| For you shall bend and tell me that you me, |
| And I will sleep in until you come to me. |