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
I'll be here is sunshine or in shadow
oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so

but if you come and all the flowers are dying
and I am dead as dead I well may be
you'll come and find the place where I am lying
and you'll then say an ave there for me

and I will know though soft ye tread above me
and in my grave will richer sweeter be
and you'll bend down and tell me that you love me
and I will rest in peace until you come to me