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 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
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And you'll then say an ave there for me

And I shall hear though soft ye tread above me
And on my grave will richer, sweeter be
for you'll bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace...
until you come to me.