Danny Boy

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.

And when you come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
Ye’ll come and find a 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 shall live in peace, until you come to me.

But should I live and should you die for Ireland
Don’t let your dying thoughts be of me
But pray to God that He will free our Ireland
And He will hear and He will set her free;
And I shall take the cross of life my dearest
And strike a blow, though weak that blow may be
To aid the cause for which our hearts are dearest
And I shall sleep in peace, until you come to me.

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