Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
It's you, it's 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
white
where
warmer
until
though
hushed
danny
falling
flowers
lying
above
kneel
grave
calling
meadow
mountain
roses
peace
shall
pipes
place
dying
shadow
sleep
sunshine
there
tread
sweeter
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