Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountainside.

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, as dead I well may be,

Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,

And kneel and say an 'Ave' there for me.

And I shall hear, though 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.





Words: - Fred Weatherly (an English barrister)18th cent.

Music: - Traditional Irish, first set down on paper and

published without title by Jane Ross in 1855.

Source: - Irish Ballads, 1996 Chartwell Books Inc., NJ, USA,

and by CLB Publishing, Surrey, U.K.

Note: - At one time popular singer Danny Thomas used

this as his theme song.

- Other versions of lyrics exist, but I consider

this source to be most reliable.

Transcribed: Dilly