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Danny Boy

Oh	Dan-	ny	boy,	the	pipes,	the	pipes	are	call-	ing,

From	glen	to	glen,	and	down	the	mount-	ain	side,

The	sum-	mer's	gone,	and	all	the	flowers	are	dy-	ing,

'Tis	you,	'tis	you	must	go	and	I	must	bide,

But	come	ye	back	when	sum-	mer's	in	the	mea-	dow,

Or	when	the	val-	ley's	hushed	and	white	with	snow,

'Tis	I'll	be	here	in	sun-	shine	or	in	sha-	dow,

Oh	Dan-	ny	boy,	oh	Dan-	ny	boy,	I	love	you	so