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  DANNY BOY
Music: Traditional Air
Words by Frederick E. Weatherly (1912)

Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
     From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summerís gone, and all the roses falling,
     Itís you, itís you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summerís in the meadow,
     Or when the valleyís hushed and white with snow,
Itís Iíll be here in sunshine or in shadow, -
     Oh, Danny Boy, O Danny Boy, I love you so !

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
     If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Yeíll 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 shall 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 !