Ah 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 are 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



And i'll be here

In sunshine or in shadow

Oh danny boy, oh danny boy,

I love you so



But if you come,

And all the flowers are falling

And i am dead,

As dead i may well be



You'll come and find

The place where i am lying

And kneel and say

An "ave" there for me



And i will hear,

Though soft your tread above me

And o'er my grave

Will warmer sweeter be



And you will bend

And tell me that you love me

And i will sleep

In peace until you come to me



But if i live

And should you die for ireland

Let not your dying thoughts

Be just of me



But say a prayer to god

For our dearest island

I know he'll hear

And help to set her free



And i will take your pike

And place my dearest

And strike a blow,

Though weak the blow may be



Twill help the cause

To which your heart was nearest

Oh danny boy, oh, danny boy

I love you so.


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