Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
(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 dying
'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
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so

But when you come, when all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
I pray you'll find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "ave" there for me

And I will hear, though soft you tread above me
And on my grave will warmer, sweeter be (sweeter be)
For you'll come and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me
I will sleep in peace until you come to me