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
Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!
But if he come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
Cnd kneel and say an cve there for me
Cnd I shall hear, though soft your tread above me
Cnd all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
Cnd I wil sleep in peace until you come to me!
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
I love you so!