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 bye
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 if he come
And all the roses 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 ava there for me
And I shall feel, oh soft
You tread above me
And then my grave will richer
Sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me
That you love me
And I shall rest in peace
Until you come to me