Dick: [sings softly] Oh, Danny boy The pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen And down the mountainside [more impassioned] The summer's gone And all the roses falling 'tis you, 'tis you Must go and I must bide [more impassioned still] But come ye back When summer's in the meadow... [to his shadow] Hey, you're not bad. Thank you. [sings falsetto] 'Tis I'll be gone In sunshine Or in shadow. [normal voice] You're not so bad yourself.