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, UK
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