Traditonal Irish - 1920s
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 fallen |
'Tis you, 'tis you |
Must go and I must bide |
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But if ye come, |
and all the roses dying |
And I am dead, |
as dead I well may be |
You'll come and find, |
the place where I am lying |
And kneel and say, |
An Ave there for me |
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repeat if ending v1...
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But if I live, |
and should you die for Ireland |
Let not your dying thoughts |
be just of me |
But say a prayer |
to God for-our-dear-island |
I know He'll hear |
and help to set her free |
And I will take your pike and place my dearest |
And strike a blow though weak the blow may be |
Twill help the cause to which your heart was nearest ... |
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy I love you so ... |
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy I love you so |
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