X:154
T:Danny Boy
R:song
C:Lyrics by Frederick Edward Weatherly (1848-1929)
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L:1/8
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W:Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
W:From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
W:The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
W:It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
W:
W:But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
W:Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
W:And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
W:Oh, Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so!
W:
W:But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
W:If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
W:Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,
W:And kneel and say an ave there for me.
W:
W:And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
W:And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
W:For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
W:And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!