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. 
Tis you, tis you, 
Must go and I must bide. 

But come ye back 
When summer's in the meadows, 
Or when the valleys 
flushed and white with snow 
Tis I'll be here 
In sunshine or in shadow. 

Oh Danny boy, 
Oh Danny boy, 
I love you so. 

And 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 kneel and say 
An Ave there for me. 

And I shall hear 
The soft you tread above me, 
And all my grave 
Will warmer, sweeter be 
And ye shall bend 
And tell me that you love me, 

And I shall sleep 
In peace 
Until you'll come to me.