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(F. Weatherly) 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. It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow; Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow. It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow; Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so From Letras Mania