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 falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
and all the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, Oh, Danny boy, I love you so!

But when ye come, and all the roses falling,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be.
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave 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.