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From glen to
The summer’s
Or when the
‘Tis I’ll be
Oh Danny
And if you come,
when all the flowers are 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
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me
I’ll sleep in peace until you come to me.
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