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 dying 
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bye 
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow 
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow 
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so 

But if he come and all the roses dying 
And I am dead, as dead I well may be 
He'll come here and find the place where I am lying 
And kneel and say an ava there for me 

And I shall feel, oh soft you tread above me 
And then my grave will richer, sweeter be 
For you will bend and tell me that you love me 
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me