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 dying ‘Tis you, ‘tis you must go and I must bideBut come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow And I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you soBut if ye come and all the roses dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be He’ll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an ave there for meAnd I shall feel, tho soft you tread above me
And then my grave will richer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall rest in peace until you come to me