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 you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the bally

and Or the valley's hushed and white with snow

'and I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

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

but if he come, and all the flowers are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

he'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall feel, tho' soft you tread above me

And then my grave will precious and sweeter be

for you'll there and tell me that you love me

and i should rest in peace until you come to me.

and i should rest in peace until you come to me.