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

'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 here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so

But when ye come and all the flowers are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

Go out and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I will hear tho' soft your tread above me

And then my grave will warm and sweeter be

For you shall bend and tell me that you love me

And I will sleep in peace until you come to me