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 dying
'Tis ye, 'tis ye 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
'Til I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
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 ye tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be,
Then ye will bend and tell me that ye love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.