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 flowers' dying

It's you, it's you

Must go and I must bide



But come ye back

When summer's in the mea-eadow

Or when the valley's

Hearth are white with snow

Yes I'll be here

In sunshine or in sha-adows

Oh Danny boy

Oh Danny boy, I love you so



But come ye back

When summer's in the mea-eadow

Or when the valley's

Hearth are white with snow

Yes I'll be here

In sunshine or in sha-adows

Oh Danny boy

Oh Danny boy, I love you so...