O Danny boy

The pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen

And down the

Mountainside

The summer's gone

And all the flowers

Are dying

'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

O Danny boy

O Danny boy

I love you so

And if ye come

When all the flowers are dying

If I am dead

As dead

I well may be

You'll come and find

The place where I am lying

You bend 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

Then you will bend

And wisper that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you

Come to me