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 are dying

'Tis you, 'tis you must go

and I must bye

 

But come he back

when summer's in the valley

and though 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 flowers dying

And I am dead,

as dead I well may be

He'll come here and find the place

where I am lying

And kneel and say an Ave 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

And I shall rest in peace

until you come to me