Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summer's gone asnd all the flowers are 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
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so

And when you come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead as dead I may well be
Ye'll come and find a place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me

And I shall hear though soft your tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me

But if I live and should you die for Ireland
Let not your dying thoughts, be just of me
But say a prayer to God for our dearest Island
I know He'll hear and help to set her free