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 or when the valley's hushed and white with snow I'll be here is sunshine or in shadow oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so
but if you come and all the flowers are dying and I am dead as dead I well may be you'll come and find the place where I am lying and you'll then say an ave there for me
and I will know though soft ye tread above me and in my grave will richer sweeter be and you'll bend down and tell me that you love me and I will rest in peace until you come to me