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 |
| ... |
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 |
| ... |