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
Ye'll come here and find
the place where I am lying
And kneel and say