Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.

From Glenn to Glenn and down the mountain side.

The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying.

'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 there in Sunshine or in Shadow

Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.



But if you come, when all the roses are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be.

Go out and find the place where I am lying.

And kneel and say an