Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountain sideThe summer's gone, and all the roses falling'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bideBut come ye back when summer's in the meadowOr when the valley's hushed and white with snow'Tis I'll be here in sunshine and in shadowsOh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.But when he come, and all the flowers are dyingIf I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll...
