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

It's you, It's 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

It's I'll be here in sunshine, or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so



But when ye come and all the flowers are dying

If I am dead, and dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me



And I shall hear tho' soft you tread above me

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me