{t:Danny Boy}{st:Frederic Weatherly}Oh Danny [C]boy, the pipes, the pipes are [F]callingFrom glen to [C]glen, and down the mountain [G]sideThe summer's [C]gone, and all the roses [F]falling'Tis you 'tis [C]you must [G]go and I must [C]bideBut come ye [C]back when [F]summer's in the [C]meadowOr when the [Am]valley's [F]hushed and white with [G]snow'Tis I'll be [C]here in [F]sunshine or in [C]shadow [Am]Oh Danny [C]boy, oh Danny [G]boy, I love you [C]soBut when ye [C]come, and all the flowers are [F]dyingIf I am [C]dead, as dead I well may [G]beYe'll come and [C]find the place where I am [F]lyingAnd kneel and [C]say an [G]"Ave" there for [C]meAnd I shall [C]hear, tho' [F]soft you tread a-[C]bove meAnd all my [Am]grave, will [F]warmer, sweeter [G]beFor you will [C]bend and [F]tell me that you [C]love me [Am]And I shall [C]sleep in peace un-[G]til you come to [C]me{t:Danny Boy}
