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Danny Boy - Harry Belafonte
A time, a time of strife
The place, the place is Ireland
This Irish legend had it
And the last rose of summer fell
and all the young men of Ireland Were together to stake a blow
For Ireland?셲 freedom and Ireland?셲 liberty
There' songs for those who stayed at home
and songs for those who went away
and all o'er Ireland were sad
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 you back when summer's in the meadow,
all when the valleys hushed and white with snow
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I Miss you so.
But if you fall as all the flowers are dying
and you are dead, as dead you well maybe
I,ll come and find the place where you are lying
and kneel and say and "Ave" there for me
But come you back when summer's in the meadow,
and when the valleys hushed and white with snow
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I Love you so.
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