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 'Tis 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 as I well
maybe he'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 on my grave my sweeter be
for you will bend and tell me that you love me and I shall sleep in peace until you come to me