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 flowers are falling 

'Tis you, 'tis 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 there

in sunshine or in shadow 

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,

I love you so 



And when you come, 

and all the flowers are dying 

If I am dead, 

as dead I may well be 



Ye'll come and find 

a place where I am lying 

And kneel and say 

an "Ave" there for me 



And I shall hear, 

though soft your tread above me 

And all my grave 

shall warmer sweeter be 



For you will bend 

and tell me that you love me 

And I shall rest 

in peace until you come to me 



But if I live 

and should you die for Ireland 

Let not your dying thoughts 

be just of me 



But say a prayer to God 

for our dearest Island 

I know He'll hear 

and help to set her free 



And I will take your pike 

and place my dearest 

And strike a blow, 

though weak the blow may be 



Twill help the cause 

to which your heart was nearest 

Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy 

I love you so.