Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glenn to glenn and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all flow'rs are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
 
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
And when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
 
And if you come and all the flow'rs are dying
And I am dead -- as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And you will say an Ave there for me
 
And I will hear tho soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warmer, sweeter be
And you will kneel and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me