Quote#Nature
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
Quote byFrederic Weatherly · 1848–1929
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Song Danny Boy.
English (original)
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.
— Frederic Weatherly
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