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
'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 ye come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and 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
For you will come and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
Mm…